CHAPTER SIX
Zero was lying on his back on the sofa, one leg up and the other on the floor. He had no idea what time it was or how long he’d been lying there in a daze, replaying the scene from the night prior over and over in his head like a recurring nightmare.
He knew that Sara wanted nothing to do with him—she’d told him as much directly—but he thought he still had a chance to make things right with Maya. Until last night, that is.
I don’t ever want to see you again.
He didn’t even hear the door open, but then she was there, standing over him, looking down piteously.
“Hey,” Maria said gently. “You okay?”
He frowned. It couldn’t possibly be late enough for her to be home. “What time is it?”
“It’s about one o’clock. I took a half-day. Tried to call you a bunch of times.”
“Phone’s
