Chapter 117

Isla

The worst part isn’t that he doesn’t remember me.

It’s that he is trying to be nice about it.

Zane stands a few feet away, shoulders tense, jaw tight, his entire body radiating discomfort, but his voice? Soft. Careful.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

Like I’m the one who might be overwhelmed.

I want to laugh. Or cry. Or maybe just sink into the floor and never get up again.

“I’m fine,” I lie.

He fro