Zoe POV

My hands won't stop shaking.

I stare at the blank canvas in front of me. Try to breathe.

'One week. I'm meeting Noah in one week.'

The thought makes my chest tight.

'I'm not ready. I'm not brave enough for this.'

I don't want to see him. Don't want to hear whatever apology he's prepared. Don't want to relive those memories---the humiliation, the pain, the way he looked at me like I was nothing.

'But I agreed. James arranged it. I have to go. ...