Her phone ringing broke her out of her reverie and she answered without even checking who it was.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Belle bear,” Tate greeted teasingly.
Isabelle smiled warmly; Tate hadn’t called her that in years. “Hey Tater Tot, what’s up?”
“Survived your first week, then?”
“A miracle, isn’t it?”
“Not really. Listen, I was calling to see if you had given more thought to what we were talking about the other night.”
Isabelle wracked through her memories and then froze. Right, the suggestion to see the school counsellor. And Tate’s insinuation that she was never going to get better unless she faced her past and learnt how to move forward.
“Tate…I told you, I don’t think that’s going to help.”
“And how would you know?” he asked.
“Because they’re going to just ask me how I feel and wha
