GENEVA’S POV

It had been over a week, and I barely left the room. I tried to avoid Zion as much as I could, but it was particularly hard when we lived together and slept in the same bed. He left me alone, though after trying to strike up a conversation a thousand times, but gave up when I kept ignoring him.

I had been unable to sleep, so I spent nights staring at the moon, trying to hang on to the little streak of sanity I had left. I needed someone to shake me and tell me that everything ...