"Isla, you have to wake up," Grace pleaded. "If you do, I'll swallow my pride and beg Evan to see you. But if you stay like this, you'll never get the chance."
Maybe her words got through. Isla stirred, gripping Grace's hand with all her strength. "Mom, I need to see Evan!"
The effort seemed to drain her completely.
Noah's lie about William's illness hadn't lured Evan back.
Isla was out of ideas.
Grace had once loved Evan like her own pup, and Evan was soft-hearted. Maybe she could sway him.
Seeing Isla's anguished eyes, Grace hesitated but agreed to call Evan immediately.
The phone rang twice before being cut off. Grace kept dialing, relentless.
Finally, her persistence paid off—Evan answered.
Fearing he'd hang up, Grace's voice cracked with desperation. "Evan, please, don't hang
