~Zayne’s POV~

My hands tapped on the steering wheel repeatedly, instead of bailing out of the car. Yesterday, John urged me to pay a visit to Jeremy at the hospital. And today, I decided to.

But at the very moment when I was supposed to alight, I started to doubt my decision.

Maybe it was that faint, stubborn pulse of conscience that wouldn’t die, no matter how much I wanted it to.

I didn’t want to admit it- not even to myself- but I did feel something about his arm.

Because I knew why ...