Zoe's POV
I was back here.
One of the few places I swore I'd never return to.
Jason's house stood just as I remembered — a modern, sharp-edged structure, all glass and shadows. Its walls gleamed faintly under the gray sky, cold and distant, like it was daring me to come closer.
The first time I was here, I wanted to make a good memory.
Instead, I walked away with one of the worst nights of my life.
I could still remember flashes of it — laughter, music, the smell of liquor and perfume. Casey's fake smile when I caught her frolicking with Pete. The way her eyes hardened when she realized I wasn't supposed to see what I saw. Then the drink. The taste of something bitter and wrong. My head, spinning. The lights, fading.
After that, nothing.
Just darkness.
I was carried out that night — literally dragged — and when I woke up, it was as if a part of me had been switched off. I never wanted to set foot near this place again.
But here I was.
