Zachary just stared at me with that same unreadable expression, refusing to say a word. His silence was all the confirmation I needed, and my heart sank to the very bottom.

His refusal to deny or admit anything only validated the suspicions that had been eating away at me.

“Zachary, why don’t you just come clean and tell me what it is you’re trying to do?” I took a step back, feeling sharp, stabbing pains in my chest. A few months isn’t a long time, but ...