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.

feel the air pressure in

his phone on Zayn’s desk

has become an internet sensation. She’s

his gaze on Liam’s phone screen when he heard

Willow was indeed pictured smiling as she held up a

a vintage–looking

barest makeup that accentuated her naturally beautiful features. With a face like that, she could put other women to shame even without

had always

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

enchanting, like an

phone screen with the flat side of his thumb as though caressing Willow’s face–the face that occupied his thoughts day

strum back to life

a moment, everything

only a second

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still alive, and yet everyone in the world had heard

a

had lived like a robot, a functioning corpse, for a month since Willow’s supposed death. And yet, she couldn’t even

she simply enjoyed watching his mind unravel

as he contemplated Willow’s newfound title, “The Nation’s