Isabella
By the time I returned to my room that evening, the assignment had followed me home.
Not the stretches, not the balance exercises and not even the dull ache in my leg that reminded me I'd pushed myself a little harder than usual.
Just three simple words.
"Tonight... call her." Nora's voice echoed in my head at the worst time possible, but I pretended they didn't exist.
Instead, I changed into something comfortable. I made myself a cup of tea, opened a book I'd already read twice and even stood by the window for several minutes, watching the sun sink lower until the sky turned shades of amber and violet.
I was basically doing anything, and everything, except what Nora had asked me to do, because if I never tried, then I never had to know.
The thought settled heavily inside
