James POV

I sit by the window in my room, stewing in frustration as I watch Zoe and Noah walk out of the building side by side, their figures growing smaller as they head toward the car.

My hands clench into fists on the windowsill, every fiber of my being screaming at me to run down and stop this, to insist I should accompany her instead.

But I can't.

Mother made it clear I'm needed here, and I'm stuck watching the woman I care ...