Zoe POV

Sleep won't come.

I've been lying here for over an hour, staring at the ceiling in the dark, my mind refusing to quiet down no matter how many times I tell it to stop. The hotel room is perfectly comfortable, the sheets are soft, the city outside the window has gone almost silent—but none of it matters, because every time I close my eyes, my thoughts start pulling at the same fraying threads.

Lisa's face. The blank, hollow way she'd ...