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Chapter 7

Author: Velveeta
last update publish date: 2026-07-05 21:29:05

Janelle's POV

The warmth of Zane's hand lingered against mine for a brief moment before we let go.

For the first time in what felt like years, I felt as though I had made a decision for myself instead of allowing life to make it for me.

If I wanted to destroy the people who had broken me, I couldn't do it alone.

The room fell into a comfortable silence until the sharp vibration of a phone against the bedside table startled me.

I frowned. "My phone?”

I was certain I had left it behind. Everythi
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