Zain's POV
Blanche's coldness brought back memories of how different things used to be between us. Back then, every moment we spent together felt precious to her.
She'd wrap her arms around me and refuse to let go, constantly asking what I wanted to eat so she could cook it herself.
At Jacob Manor, Blanche would curl against me like a contented cat, always seeking my attention.
Now she'd become like a prickly hedgehog, shutting everyone out and keeping her distance.
The Blanche who once loved me so deeply had completely disappeared.
I didn't respond to Blanche. Instead, I stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. The silence shattered when my phone rang sharply. Joanna was calling.
Her voice was tight with worry when I answered. "Zain, Carry's sick again—she's vomiting and complaining about stomach pain. Can you come home?"
I bolted upright. "I'll be right there."
