ISLA
~•~
The house was quiet when I came back from class.
I was halfway up the stairs when the echo of the front gates rolling open made me pause. I wasn’t certain if Lorenzo was home or not so I couldn’t tell if he was the one arriving or one of his men.
I lingered anyway. Over the past few weeks, Lorenzo and I had been playing a game. He pretended he cared about me, pretended that giving me space and letting me drive myself meant he trusted me while I pretended his care touched me. I acted like I trusted him because that was the only way to get him to actually trust me, or at least, try to.
A moment later, the door opened and light footsteps crossed the floor. I leaned against the railings to watch.
I was surprised to see a woman walking past the staircase. She was dressed in plai
