Izzy’s POV
My phone started ringing on the table, and I reached for it.
It was Killian.
He had called me over a thousand times since yesterday. And he still didn’t stop. He was finally trying to make so much effort after he had already damaged me.
He had also texted me severally, but I didn’t respond to any of his messages. I let out a long breath that I didn’t know I had been holding. I rubbed the back of my neck and massaged my head like the weight of the whole world was resting on it.
Then I carried the phone, thinking of the right thing to do. And as I kept staring, the call ended. I didn’t even breathe before his message came right after the call.
“Izzy, I’m sorry. Where are you?. Please talk to me. ”
God… I hated the fact that he didn’t need to do too much to pull me bac
