Zoe Pierce admitted she was being selfish. Until she recovered her memories, at least, the people she had the strongest connection to in this world were Miles Sherman and the others.
Her original family had fallen apart, but their presence in her life had pushed her to become a better, more exceptional person.
They were like friends, and like family.
Call her selfish, then. Zoe Pierce gazed somberly at the drawn curtains. The high-quality fabric blocked the moonlight almost completely, with only a few slivers of light sneaking through the gaps.
'I'll pretend I don't know.'
'As long as they don't bring it up, I won't know a thing.'
'I don't want to lose anyone else.'
Viewed from above, the girl on the bed was curled up like a shrimp, her arms wrapped tightly around her own shoulders and her spine tensed into an arc. Her long hair fanned out across the beige pillow, cascading in a similar curve, like seaweed drifting in the water.
