Zion’s POV
Waking up that morning felt different; there was a hint of optimism in the air, or maybe it was just me finally seeing the light at the end of what felt like a very long tunnel.
“Oh gracious God, it’s morning already.” I whispered to myself.
I stretched, a smile creeping onto my face as I thought about myself making progress with Camila. The hope of getting her back, of kindling what I should have once had with her, made getting out of bed easier.
She seemed to be softening up, but I knew I still had a long time to go. Sighing, I sat up on the bed and looked around for my phone but it wasn’t anywhere around. Perhaps, I had left it in the office yesterday.
I bit my bottom lip and shook my head at how hard I was working, so buried in work. At least, it was what kept me goin
