Chapter 78 A Heart Half-afraid

• The message had been short. It was very short.
• “Zara, we need to meet. Tomorrow.” it read.
• Zara stared at it, her phone’s light glowing in the dim room until her eyes blurred. Her thumb hovered over the screen, itching to reply to ask why , to say no, to take back some control over the sudden storm of emotions rushing through her. But in the end, she didn’t type a word. She just set the phone down gently on the table, even though her heart hadn’t stopped pounding since she read it.