Stepping into the greenhouse, I noticed how carefully it was set up. It's the middle of summer, but the pear trees were in full bloom, petals scattered on the ground like some dreamy painting. It took me back to the spring when Isla and I first got together, pear blossoms all around us.
I didn't linger on the scenery. My eyes found Isla, her gaze burning into me. Even though Grace's tearful calls had prepared me, seeing Isla still hit like a punch. In just three months, she'd wasted away—her frame so frail, her suit hung loose. The abortion had wrecked her body, probably for good. If not for the fierce spark in her eyes, I'd have thought she was a walking corpse, soulless.
No pity stirred in me.
I stopped ten feet away, my voice cold. "Say what you need to say. But after today, I want y
