Morning came too quickly. I hadn’t slept much, my mind replaying Jake’s words over and over. You’re not the Zoe I thought I knew.

The sun poured through the curtains, warming the bed that suddenly felt too big. I dragged myself up, every step heavy. A soft knock came before the door opened and Gold slipped in, balancing a tray of breakfast.

“Good morning, Señora,” she said gently.

Her eyes met mine, searching, almost too carefully. She set the tray down, poured tea, and gave me ...