Zoe Lancaster, don't go!" He lunged forward, reaching for my sleeve, but the ringing of his phone cut through the moment.

I knew without a doubt it was Whitney Taylor calling.

Hudson Grant’s face showed a flicker of hesitation before he answered, his voice dripping with concern, "Whitney, what’s the matter?"

From the corner of my eye, I saw him dash away, his reflection in the glass growing fainter, his steps quick and determined, not a trace of doubt.

If this had been before, I would’ve rushed after him, my heart pounding, tears streaming, fighting to stop him. But now, I was calm and composed.

Hudson Grant’s heart was never...