Chapter 50

• Writer p.o.v
• As the warm afternoon sun streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room, Zoey and Marco lay lazily on the bed. The remnants of their delicious lunch still lingered on their lips, and a comfortable silence enveloped them. It was a rare moment of tranquility in their otherwise chaotic lives.
• Zoey turned her head to look at Marco, her eyes filled with curiosity. “Marco,” she began, her voice soft and gentle, “Why did you choose to break up over telling me what was going on?”