Zephyr POV
After the call that day, the yellow bedroom door stayed closed for days as I couldn't look at it. I couldn't even walk past it without feeling something crack inside my chest.
Zane tried to talk to me several times but I didn't respond.
It got so bad, I stopped eating again and just wanted to be left alone but my Zany said no. One day, he sat beside me on the couch.
"We can't keep doing this," he said.
"Doing what?" I asked while laying my head on his lap.
"Pretending that room doesn't exist."
I stared at the floor. "I'm not pretending, I know it exists, I just don't want to see it."
"Zephyr..."
"She was supposed to sleep in there." My voice broke. "We painted it yellow because the social worker said kids like bright colors. We even bought stuffed animals, books and th
