ISABELLA’S POV
I was chilled to the bone by the time I made it upstairs. The weather was unreasonably cold tonight, sending waves of goosebumps all over my body.
I should’ve never gotten into that car in the first place. I shouldn’t have fallen for his threats, but I did.
And what? Tacos? Who says that?!
The hallway was too quiet. The kind of quiet that pressed against your eardrums until they rang. I keyed into my apartment, pushing the door open cautiously. The scent of cinnamon-scented wax melts still lingered in the air, soft and familiar.
But something else lingered too.
I didn’t notice it at first. Not really. I was halfway through kicking off my shoes when a strange chill crawled up my spine.
Something was… off.
The couch throw was rumpled. Had I left it like that this eveni
