All too late for his love

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“Boss, Ms. Sanford is still alive!”

Only then did Zayn pause whatever work he was in the middle of, the pen he gripped in his left hand hovering above the paperwork.

A self–deprecating scoff escaped him next as Liam’s words sank in.

There they were again, the delusions that had been mocking him since Willow’s death.

He’d just imagined Liam, who had never been a wisecrack and took his job seriously, telling him Willow was still alive.

How could Willow possibly be alive when Zayn himself had applied makeup on her reconstructed face and combed through her wig before she was cremated?

He had even personally carried the urn containing her ashes, which was all that was left of her. Willow was not coming back.

“What did you just say, Liam?”

Zayn’s icy voice was quiet, but it seemed to draw the air out of the room and leave Liam breathless.

breath to feel the air pressure

pointed at his phone on

an internet sensation. She’s now

Liam’s phone

pictured smiling as she

breathtaking in a vintage–looking

beautiful features. With a

truth, Willow’s presence had always

pictures and looked so angelic in her white dress

enchanting, like an ethereal

side of his thumb as though caressing Willow’s face–the face that

back

alive. For a moment, everything felt right

a second before he was filled with violent

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yet everyone in the world had heard of Zayn losing

of a

had lived like a robot, a functioning corpse, for a month since Willow’s supposed death. And

she simply enjoyed

as he contemplated