Isabella
The call ended almost immediately, but I still held the phone against my ear for several seconds afterward.
I didn’t move, I couldn’t, not when the silence in the room felt different now, lighter somehow, softer around the edges in a way I hadn’t felt in years.
Slowly, I lowered the phone and stared at the dark screen in my hand. A shaky breath left me before I could stop it.
Logan was coming.
The thought alone made something inside my chest loosen painfully.
For so long, I had dreaded making that call. I had imagined disappointment, anger, resentment and even humiliation. I thought my brother would blame me for leaving, for disappearing, for choosing William over the people who actually loved me, but he hadn’t, oot once.
Instead, he sounded relieved. Hell, he sounded happy
