ZARA'S POV

"Alright, thank you for your help," I said. "No problem," the officer replied.

After the police left, I turned to Pete. "Pete, you should go to work. There's really nothing else I need here—I'll just finish packing and get ready for discharge later."

"I'm not busy. I'll help you with the discharge papers," Pete offered.

Just as he finished speaking, his phone began to ring.

I gave him a knowing smile and teased, "Is this your version of 'not busy'? Your phone has rung at least a dozen times this morning. Just go. My parents are coming soon, so no need to worry about me."

"I'll leave when...