Zoe POV

He doesn’t leave.

He takes one step closer instead, and his voice, when he speaks again, has lost the careful measured quality it usually carries—something underneath it now, something that costs him something to say. “I’m scared too,” he says. “If you want the truth. I’m scared that everything that happened before is still sitting inside you somewhere, and that at some point it’s going to be bigger than whatever we’re building, and you’re going ...