CHAPTER 45
INBETWEEN WANT AND HATE
ISABELLA
I heard his first knock through the fog of my own silence.
I was curled on the bed, my knees drawn to my chest and my face buried in a pillow that was already damp with tears. The sound of his knuckles against the wood sent a jolt through me, but I didn’t move. Every part of me was heavy, weighted down by what happened.
His voice came through the door, low and rough. "Isabella."
I closed my eyes. The sound of my name in his mouth was the same as it had always been, but everything else was different. He looked at me like I was the enemy.
Another knock came again, softer than the last. "Open the door. Let's talk."
I pressed my face deeper into the pillow, refusing to move an inch.
What was there to talk about? He possibly couldn't have be
