Zoe snapped her eyes open, her heart pounding, a scream frozen in her throat. The screech of tires, the crash—it all seemed so real that it took her a long time to calm down.
When she finally did, she got out of the bed and padded toward the nearest bathroom. It was just six in the morning, but she knew from experience that there was no way she was getting back to sleep. Besides, four hours of sleep was still better than she had on most nights. At least she didn’t have classes that day.
Finished with the shower, Zoe brushed her teeth, avoiding her reflection in the mirror. She knew she looked like a mess. The dark circles seemed to have become a permanent feature on her pale face, and her eyes were probably bloodshot and puffy. Zachary was going to frown and look at him sadly, and Zoe would have to pretend she didn’t notice anything and smile, smile, and smile.