ZANE POV

My gaze lingered on Ben’s recent photo, and I must say she looked hotter than ever, though it was clear that the life in her eyes had been long. She smiled often, but the smile never matched her face.

My little doll was still broken, and I was the only one who could fix her.

I’ve been sending her gifts to remind her that I haven’t forgotten about her.

I still care about her.

I still love her, and that’s why I came back to New York.

She may ...