Dylan
By the time Nora and Isabella's session started the next morning, I already knew I wasn't going to hear half of it, not because I didn't want to, but because my mind refused to stay in the room.
"...And then I tried again this morning." Isabella's voice carried across Nora's office, brighter than I'd ever heard it before. "I still couldn't hear her completely," she admitted, "but... I don't know."
"It felt different." She laughed softly and maybe if I wasn't so distracted, I would have appreciated it more.
“Oh.” Nora smiled from where she sat opposite her, a notebook balanced on one knee. "Different how?"
"I..." Isabella paused, searching for the right words. "She felt closer."
The single word seemed to surprise even her.
"It wasn't like before the accident," she continued.
