~Jeremy’s POV~

Two weeks.

That was how long it had been since Teyana walked out of my house with my shirt and left without saying a word to me. Two weeks since I’d woken up to a space beside me that felt colder than it had any right to be. Long enough for the world to resume, but not long enough for anything inside me to settle.

I drove to Zayne’s place late afternoon, the city sliding past my windows in familiar blurs. Traffic lights, billboards, pedestrians laughing at things that felt distant to me now. I didn’t play music. I hadn’t in a while. Silence felt more honest.

Zayne...