TWO DAYS LATER
Zara jogged through the estate, earphones plugged in, music turned up to the highest volume—shutting out the world like she'd been doing since the court hearing.
She jogged through her gate and paused at the sight of a familiar car in the compound. Pulling out her earphones, she let out a tired breath and walked inside.
Kendrick was seated in the living room. A beautiful bouquet of rose sat on the center table in front of him.
He stood up as soon as he saw her. "Zara, how are you doing?"
She forced a smile, her skin still damp with sweat. "As you can see… great." She brushed past him, heading straight for the fridge. The cold water she pulled out helped, but only a little.
"You haven't been answering your calls. And I can't come when your mom's here…" he said gently.
"You shouldn't have come. Please leave."
"Zara…"
