Zoe POV

One month.

It's been one month since the rejection ceremony. Since I walked out of that hall and left Westmount Howl behind.

My ribs don't ache anymore when I breathe. The bruises have faded. Dr. Shaw says I'm healing perfectly.

But the Brants still treat me like I'm made of glass.

"Zoe, don't carry that." Miles takes the grocery bags from my hands. "You're still recovering."

"I'm fine—"

"Let Jacob do it." She's already calling for him. ...