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 in the room return to

at his phone on Zayn’s desk and said,

become an internet sensation.

on Liam’s phone screen

was indeed pictured smiling as she held

in a vintage–looking white

accentuated her naturally beautiful features. With a

truth, Willow’s presence had always been a

in the pictures and looked so angelic in her white dress that it was hard to imagine her as anything

like

phone screen with the flat side of his thumb

heart strum back to life

a moment, everything

happiness lasted only a second before he was filled with violent

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world had heard of Zayn losing himself in grief over

of a mystery

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

she simply enjoyed watching

he contemplated