Bridges Built In Silence

After breakfast, I take a long shower, letting the warm water wash away my anxieties. Let me get dressed. My mind keeps circling back to the meeting at Zayn's today. The thought of seeing Lana is filling me with dread—her attitude has always been a thorn on my side. I am bracing myself for the inevitable tension, but I can't deny this small flicker of excitement at the thought of seeing Hailey again thay

Despite everything, she's Zayn's child, and I love Zayn. That love extends to Hailey, whether I like it or not. She's innocent in all this chaos, and maybe a small part of me hopes that holding her for a moment will ease the storm brewing inside me, if her mother lets me of course. (Inwardly rolling my eyes.)