Isabella
My father didn't answer my question immediately. Instead, he studied me for a long moment, like he was trying to decide whether I was ready for whatever came next.
I hated that look.
"Dad..." I shifted my bag higher onto my shoulder. "Who is it?"
He sighed quietly.
"I'll let her in."
Her.
The single word made my stomach tighten.
Her? For one ridiculous second, my brain refused to cooperate. Then another thought forced its way to the front.
William.
Maybe he'd asked someone to announce him differently. Maybe…the thought stopped before it could finish as father rested a reassuring hand on my shoulder, pulling me back to the present.
"You don't have to see anyone you don't want to." He continued as I looked at him. "I'm here."
“Dad.” Something about the way he said it m
