Chapter 37 Ice Cream And Ashes
- Zoey’s POV
- Confusion wraps around me like a heavy fog as I stumble across the lawn and up the stairs to my room. The world blurs at the edges, as if reality is cracking beneath my feet. My hands are trembling, my chest is too tight. I can barely breathe.
- My mind replays what I just witnessed like a broken film reel—jagged, loud, violent.