Ember's POV
My only conclusion from last night was that it had to be a trick of the light.
Or maybe it never happened at all.
The photo was no longer on the internet, like it had been wiped clean from existence, leaving me with nothing but dozens of pictures of Alyssa and Zayn. Together. That was all I could see this morning, and it left me feeling sour, unsettled. The images stuck to the back of my mind like glue, and I couldn't shake them.
Did he take her on bike rides too? Wore sunglasses and took photos?
I scoffed, turning away from the mirror. Why was I even thinking about this? It wasn't my business. Whatever Zayn did in the past, whoever he was with, had nothing to do with me. At least, that's what I kept telling myself.
But the ache in my chest told a different story.
I pulled open the door to my room, ready to ask Zayn where my phone was. I needed some air, something to distract me. Not that I expected any sympathy from him.
