Zayne’s POV

“She told me she doesn’t care.”

The words wouldn’t leave me.

They sank into my chest like shards of glass, slicing every breath, every heartbeat.

They echoed in the silence of the car ride, in the hum of the city lights, in the rhythm of my

pulse.

I had walked into Daphne’s apartment expecting something, anything.

Shock. Relief. Maybe even the faintest flicker of hope.

But she had looked me straight in the eye, steady and unshaken, and told me the truth: that

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