Zara’s POV

We raced through the halls, out to a car waiting for us, and drove off. 

My heart hammered as we took a turn into the environment I once called home. Memories of living here, taking long walks down the street with Zane while planning how we would raise our children. But now, I was glad I didn’t have children with that beast. At least, they didn’t get to have a father like him.

As soon as we pulled up to Zane’s mansion, police cars and reporters were already occupying the driveway. We drove slowly, looking for a suitable place to get out of the car and stay away...