It was on a Monday, ten days after her parents arrived, that Zara finally got to take them back to the airport and say goodbye. The visit was long overdue but they had begun to overstay their welcome. Angel was supposed to be there to see them off as well but he was seemingly missing in action.

"I love you," Holly said, holding back tears. "I don't want to leave."

"Mom," Zara chuckled. "I'll see you soon. Maybe Angel and I will come out over summer break."

Holly's eyes lit up. "I can show him off to some of my girlfriends."

"Alright, Holly," Bob said, annoyed but still monotone. "It was good to see you, sweetheart. I'm sorry I dampened some of the visit."

"It's okay," she sighed. "Please don't pull a JFK junior up there, okay? I'd like you to walk me down the aisle before these retirement shenanigans kill you guys."

"Walk you down the aisle?" Holly asked excitedly. "Did Angel propose? Is he going to? Are you two planning to?"

"No," Zara rolled her eyes. "I mean I think it's in our future but we haven't discussed it."

"I am so happy for you, baby," Holly said, hugging Zara again. "He's a great guy."

"He is," Zara beamed. "He probably got caught up at work, I'm sorry he's not here."

"It's okay," they both said in unison.

Hugs and kisses were shared once again before Bob and Holly finally left for home. Zara waited until they were out of sight to leave and call Angel. The call went to voicemail and her stomach sank.

"Hey, it's me, I know we hate voicemails but I'm worried about you. My parents just left. I'm going home, I go back tomorrow but come by or call me. Please."

Zara had been home for a few hours before she heard a motorcycle coming down her block. She rushed out to the porch half excited to see Angel and half terrified it was EZ with bad news. In a way, both were correct.

Angel parked and charged up to the porch with a purpose. He didn't smile or greet her as he normally did.

"What's wrong?"

"I trusted you, I-I told you shit, Zara. This whole goddamn time you've been sneaking around behind my fucking back?"

"What?" Zara was more confused than defensive. "What are you talking about?"

"Campbell," he snapped. "Was it all a lie so I wouldn't suspect it or are you just a masochist?"

"Campbell?" She gasped. "What about him?"

Reaching into his kutte, Angel pulled her panties out and tossed them at her. "I have pictures too."

She flinched at first, unsure of what he was throwing, then reached out to catch the underwear. "No, he made me give him these," now she was defensive. "The day after you and my dad kicked his ass. He said I owed him." She was pleading with Angel now. "Wait, what pictures?"

"Convenient you didn't tell me he did that shit until now."

Angel unlocked his phone and handed it to her, the text conversation with an unsaved number was on the screen. There were seven photos of Zara, all in varying states of undress, one still from a home movie she didn't know Campbell had made of them when they were together and a video.

Zara dry heaved, trying not to vomit, and shook her head. "That's old. Those are old, Angel."

"Don't lie to me," he snapped. "That trip to San Diego? You plan that around his gig?"

"No!"

"Weird coincidence," he shrugged, a cold look in his eyes. "Don't ya think?"

"Angel, please," she begged. "I love you. I would never cheat on you especially with that piece of shit."

"You think I'm that fucking stupid? I have pictures!"

"No," she sobbed, shaking her head. Zara didn't notice her neighbor's eyes on them through the window but she didn't care. Her heart was shattered.

"Watch the video," he said darkly.

"No," she whimpered. "I don't need to see that shit."

"Watch it," he said forcefully.

Zara did as he said and was surprised to see it wasn't porn or anything like that. It was a clip of Angel and Coco meeting with Adelita and in the darkness, Campbell's voice spoke from behind the camera.

"Hey Angel, thank Zeebee for the lead. This is really gonna help bring Cristobal home and probably get me a raise."

"I didn't," she snapped before Campbell finished speaking. "I didn't tell him shit about you or the Mayans, Angel."

"The club could kill you for this," he growled. It was true, if the Mayans even knew Angel and Coco were working with the rebels, so rally his rage was just making him spout dramatically.

Zara stepped back, "I s-swear I didn't." She looked at the screen briefly before he snatched the phone away. "Wait. You know where he is. You know where Cristobal is," she said in disbelief. "How long have you known?"

"This ain't about Galindo," he tried to steer the conversation away. "This is about you. Adelita was right," he said cruelly. "You're part of it. You're not some bystander."

"Adelita?" She hissed. "Oh my god," Zara inhaled sharply. "This is them, turning the tables, on us and on Miguel."

"Now he's just Miguel?" Angel asked in disbelief. "You gonna fuck him too?"

Zara slapped Angel, at first without even realizing she did it but not regretting the action. "You're an asshole."

"Better than a cheat and a rat," he spat back.

"Yes, you're so honest, so very loyal," she mocked him. "Leave. Now."

"Make sure you give the Boy Scout a call," Angel said as he jogged down the steps. "He'd love to make you feel better."

Zara was intent on keeping the promise she made to herself about work. She was going to put her personal life, and traumas, on the back burner and get back to being the devoted staff member she was just a year ago. When she made that promise, she and Angel were still happy and together, but out of spite and to distract herself from the pain, she was going to keep it.

Floating through her day, Zara was not as chipper as usual but she was prepared and professionally back to her normal self.

"Miss Osbourne?" Letty said quietly as she entered the classroom. It was Zara's prep and Letty knew that so she skipped her history class to visit. "You, uh, you okay?"

"Tired," she said, not exactly lying. "Spring break was exhausting," Zara put on a convincing smile.

"You sure?" Letty pressed.

"I'm sure, thank you for your concern," Zara said genuinely. "What's up? Do you need something?"

"I wanted to see if you could help me with a paper for my stupid science class. Who writes papers for science?"

Zara cracked a smile. "It's new, we're trying to work more writing into other curricula. I can look at what you have."

"I don't have anything," Letty huffed. "Mrs. Lewis just assigned it today. I don't even know where to start."

"I'll look at what she wants and help you start, then when you hit a roadblock we can talk about it."

Letty smiled. "Awesome. Thank you. Wanna meet at the yard after ninth? I can show you the assignment there."

"I'll be here late today, come by before you leave and we'll talk. Okay?"

"Okay," she beamed. "Thanks, Miss Osbourne!"

Waiting until Letty was gone, Zara got up from her desk and hid in the closet, sobbing hysterically into her sweater.

After her last class, completely forgetting about her promise to Letty, Zara decided to confront Campbell. She was too upset to go the night before, she couldn't imagine speaking to him and not sobbing but she couldn't wait any longer.

Although she was prepared to hunt him down, she was relieved to find he was at home. Zara pounded her fist on his door and waited, hands on her hips, for him to answer. The second the door opened an inch she forced her way in.

"Why did you lie? Why did you tell Angel I cheated on him?" She asked forcefully.

"That was quick," he said with surprise. "When did he tell you?"

"Last night, now answer my fucking question!"

"You recording me?" He asked suspiciously.

Zara cursed herself for not thinking of actually trying to catch him admitting to the lie. She shook her head, "No."

"You sure? Can I pat you down to check?" He asked with a grin.

"You're a fucking scumbag," she said before punching him in the jaw. It wasn't as effective as she and hoped but he seemed dazed and sore so she was pleased.

"Oh, you are mad," he joked in an attempt to recover a bit of his pride.

"Why are you doing this?"

Campbell couldn't tell her the truth, even with the incriminating evidence he had to silence her he didn't trust she wouldn't run right to Angel or Galindo.

"I was bored," he shrugged.

"Tell Angel the truth," she demanded.

"Sorry, I made a better deal," he shrugged.

"I'll do anything," she said forcefully.

"Fuck me?"

"Nothing that involves touching you."

"Then no deal," he said casually. "I don't even think I'd fuck you, not after being with that piece of shit."

Zara rolled his eyes, Campbell's jealousy was so apparent. He didn't care about her until she was happy and over him, but now he cared simply because he couldn't have her. "You can't stop ruining my life, can you?"

"I didn't ruin it the last time," he sneered. "That was Emily."

"You tried to fuck her!" Zara hollered. "You're lucky Miguel doesn't know, you'd be long dead."

Campbell remembered that night and his terror when he found out who Zara's best friend was married to.

"That was scary," he admitted.

"I can always rehash that," she threatened.

Campbell smirked. "I'm not dumb, you wouldn't put Emily in that spot."

"Josh, please," she whimpered. "Just talk to Angel, tell him the truth, we can fix whatever shit you're in with Adelita or whatever."

"It's not only her, I really just don't want to," he said coolly. "You were so smug and he's such a cocky prick," Campbell recalled.

Zara inhaled a shaky breath and nodded, moving toward the door to leave. The conversation would only get worse from there and she wasn't putting herself in another dangerous situation.

"You're going to regret this and that's not that a threat or a promise or anything. It's a fact. Someday, you will regret this shit."

Pride and sorrow kept Zara from reaching out but when EZ was waiting for her Wednesday after work she welcomed him with open arms.

"Thank you for checking on me, E."

She hugged him tightly, right on the curb beside his bike, before pulling him into the house. Once inside she hugged him again then pushed him to sit.

"What's going on?" EZ asked her with concern.

Zara shook her head. "I didn't. I swear, E. You believe me, don't you?"

"Didn't do what?" He asked. "Angel hasn't told us shit."

"Coward," she growled. "He came over here because Campbell sent him nudes from when we were together claiming we're still hooking up."

EZ pulled a face. "Oh, that's bad."

"I know," she huffed. "I didn't, I wouldn't."

He didn't comment on her claims of innocence. "He doesn't believe you?"

"No," she whimpered. "He mentioned," Zara hesitated, remembering Angel telling her never to repeat the name, but did it anyway. "He mentioned Adelita talking shit on me. This feels sketchy, like beyond revenge porn sketchy."

"I don't know," he said hesitantly. "I don't talk to her much and she's never mentioned you before."

Zara shook her head, plopping down on the sofa beside EZ. "This doesn't make sense. I don't get why he believes Campbell so much. He was it, we've been through so much and all it took was a few photos for him to drop me. Not even just drop me but insult me and," her voice cracked. "Maybe it wasn't the be all end all I thought," she looked at him helplessly. "EZ, did I overestimate Angel's feelings for me? Did he lie?"

"He didn't lie," EZ huffed. "I've never seen Angel like this with anyone before."

"Then why won't he believe me?" She whimpered.

"He's got the proof," EZ said sadly.

Zara nodded. "So you don't believe me, either?"

"I didn't say that," EZ said defensively.

"You're implying," she got up from the couch. "I'm pregnant, E."

EZ drew his head back in shock. "Holy shit." He opened his mouth to speak again but Zara quickly cut him off.

"Don't fucking ask whose baby this is," she warned him. "And don't you dare tell him."

His mouth hung open for a minute before he spoke again. "I won't. When did you find out?"

"The doctor's been calling me, something about liability," she rolled her eyes. "My bloodwork came back great but I'm pregnant. I'm going to tell him. I swear. I just need some time."

"Time to what?" He asked, feeling anxious and protective over his brother in this situation. He remembered very clearly how it felt to learn of Emily's abortion.

"Time for it to stop hurting," she said sadly. "So the kid will be like, a grown adult, by the time this stops hurting enough for me to talk to him calmly."

"It'll, it'll work out, Zara," EZ said confidently.

"I don't even know if I want it to, I'm so furious and so hurt," she whimpered.

"Angel is an idiot," EZ huffed. "I know you hate that but-"

"Oh no, in this instance he definitely is." She paced in front of the couch with her hands in her hair. "You can't tell him we talked. Please, E."

He nodded and stood up to still her with a hug. "Take a breath. Don't make any rash decisions before you go talk to him."

It wasn't until Friday after work that Zara had the courage to approach Angel. She could tell he hadn't said anything to anyone yet by the reception she received coming through the gate.

"I'll get Angel," Gilly said with his usual sweet smile.

She stood, arms crossed over her chest, and waited by her car. What she saw come out of the clubhouse was not the man she knew. Angel was furious, his eyes were locked onto her with white-hot intensity as he charged at her.

"What are you doing here?" He asked in a harsh whisper.

"I need to talk to you," she said, shocked by his demeanor. "Angel, this shit with Cam-"

"Don't," he said warningly. "You're not supposed to be here, I can't fucking trust you. You betrayed me."

"I did not," she stomped her foot as she said it. "Listen to me."

"No," he snapped. "Don't show your fucking face around my club, my old man's shop, nowhere."

Zara stumbled back, horrified, and felt tears begin to fill her eyes. "Angel," she whimpered.

"Get the fuck out," he growled. "I don't ever wanna see you coming around again."