Dylan
Usually, I prided myself on the fact that I only did reasonable things, but looking back,I wasn't sure how reasonable I'd been in the past hour.
The gravel crunched beneath my boots as I walked the perimeter of the estate, the shadows of the looming oaks stretching long and distorted under the setting sun. I wasn't pacing to clear my head, I was pacing because staying inside the quiet walls of my house felt like suffocating.
I couldn't stop thinking about her.
I kept seeing the way Isabella had looked during the therapy session with Nora, how small she’d seemed, how tightly wound, like a string pulled so taut it was a miracle it hadn’t snapped yet.
“I’m not ready,” she’d said.
The words had been a shield, but her eyes had given away the truth.
She was terrified.
Nora had
