Chapter 7
“I’ve been thinking about you,” Leila says. I can’t read from her face what reaction she’s after exactly, but if it’s the smallest of shivers up my spine, she’s right on the money. “I’d forgotten how completely immersive biographies are. You’re all I think about now, Isabel.”
Since I last saw her, Leila’s never been far from my mind either, but I don’t tell her that.
“I don’t envy the c*****e in your head,” I quip.
She shakes her head. “I don’t even know what you mean by that. Your life has just been so fascinating. I do regret not having been involved from the start, but what an opportunity to still be a part of this.” She paints on a solemn expression. “With all due respect to Bruce, of course. Poor guy. Not only does he need to recover from the accident, but he also has to
