~Jeremy’s POV~

I didn’t realize when my body lowered into the chair beside Zayne’s bed. One moment I was standing at the door with thoughts circling like trapped hornets, and the next, I found myself seated- too tired to keep holding everything inside, too weighed down to pretend anymore.

“There is a stalker. He left letters in my house- he was behind the leaked video, said he wants me. Don’t know how he does it but it’s strange. My door isn’t even broken.”

Zayne’s head turned ...