Velvet’s POV

I went straight to Zavian’s room after ending the call with my dad. My chest still felt tight because the conversation kept replaying in my head. I had tried to sound normal when I spoke to him, but the way he answered me made something inside me twist. I needed to tell Zavian everything before my thoughts ate me up.

Zavian sat on the couch, going through some documents. He looked like he already knew I had something heavy on my mind. His eyes lifted when I entered, and he dropped the file slowly.

I walked closer, trying to keep my face calm, but he noticed the change...