Isabella
The room stayed quiet, painfully quiet after I'd sent what was my version of a risky text. My phone lay face down beside me, exactly where I'd left it after sending those two words.
“I tried.”
I didn't pick it up again.
I told myself I didn't care whether he replied, but that wasn't entirely true, because every few seconds, my eyes drifted toward the little rectangle resting on the bedspread before I forced myself to look away again.
Of course.
He was probably asleep.
Or busy. Or maybe I'd made things awkward..Maybe I shouldn't have sent it in the first place.
I let out a shaky breath and leaned back against the headboard, scrubbing at the tears I'd thought had already stopped.
The silence pressed in from every direction and I was sure it was going to suffocate me, unti
