Chapter 96 The Space Between Forgiveness

• When they leave, the silence doesn’t rush in all at once.
• It creeps. It coils. It settles into my chest and refuses to loosen its grip.
• My thoughts turn and toss violently in my head, like waves crashing against a shore that has already begun to crumble. Talking with Zach was my last card—my final, desperate hope that somehow, if I just said the right words, I could rewind time. Restore everything to what it was.