~Zayne’s POV~

Dr Vance cleared his throat as if realizing the tension around us. Everyone knew how it was like with Jeremy and I.

“I’ll give you both a moment.” He said, excusing us.

When he shut the door behind him, I half-expected Jeremy to lash out at me, maybe tell me to get out, but he said nothing.

He was just looking, then looked away. I broke the silence, leaning against the wall, my arms wrapped around me. “How’s the arm?”

He gave a short, humorless laugh without looking up. “You can stop pretending you care.”

I exhaled through my nose, half a scoff. “Alright. I don’t.” My shoulders...