Zoe's POV

I did not know exactly how unstable I was until I stumbled. Luckily, Mr Callahan caught me before I hit the ground.

“Easy there,” He sat me down on one of our lumpy couches. He knelt in front of me.

“Zoe, I…” My mom stuttered. “I am sorry,”

I could not even react to her apology because I was still busy trying to make sure that my brain did not fall out of my ears.

“Are you okay?” Mr Callahan asked me with a gentleness that no man had ever awarded me with. It was the way I imagined a father would talk to his daughter.

“Yeah,” I...