Zoe's POV
The moment Seth pulled up in front of the house, I barely waited for the engine to die before pushing the door open.
"Chloe—" he started.
"I just need to lie down," I muttered, not trusting my voice.
He didn't stop me. That was the thing about Seth. He watched. He calculated. He rarely pressed when silence said more.
The cold evening air hit my face as I hurried inside. My hands were still trembling from Garrett's message.
Zo, your family's house has been listed.
The words had carved themselves into my skull.
Listed.
For sale.
Like it was nothing.
Like it wasn't the last piece of my family's memory that I had left.
I climbed the stairs two at a time, shut my bedroom door behind me, and locked it. The click echoed louder than it should have. My chest felt tight—like the walls were inching closer.
I paced back and forth like someone waiting for a verdict that would change everything.
This couldn't be happening.
