Zoe's POV
The hot air filled my lungs as I stepped outside the school, pressing against me like a tangible weight. The afternoon sun had already begun to soften, but it was still oppressive, sticky, making my blouse cling in all the wrong places. Seth had texted me to meet him in the school's driveway, right in front of the main entrance. My beige block heels thudded against the pavement with a rhythm that matched the nervous flutter of my stomach—as if the pavement itself were counting down the seconds to my most nerve-wracking moment of the day.
But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when I rounded the corner.
