ZOE DEAN'S POV
By the time I finally decided to escape from Emily, I felt like my bones were made of jelly.
Half the day had gone by listening to her questions — endless questions about how I survived in Santiago, what I ate, what I did each day, and then somehow, without warning, she launched into her pregnancy hormones and how she cries when Benny becomes too loud.
At first, I laughed because… well, it was Emily. But then the exhaustion caught up with me. I hadn't rested properly since arriving in Thailand — not physically, not mentally, not emotionally. Everything had been one long stretch of movement and feelings and trying not to think too much. I needed a break before I could absorb anything she was saying.
So I gently excused myself, insisting she rest for the baby's sake. Thankfully, she listened.
