Nikolai’s POV
I carried our takeout through the front door, practically humming as I did. I set my keys down on the fireplace mantel and slipped out of my shoes. “Isa? Babe? I’ve got food.”
When there was no reply, I went into the kitchen, setting the takeout bags down on the counter. “Isadora?” I called out towards the basement stairs. I listened for the sound of running water, thinking perhaps she’d hit the shower or was using the restroom. But there was nothing. Back at the counter, I noticed my phone that I’d left there. It had completely slipped my mind, and I’d hardly noticed until I went to plug it in for music in my car.
I swiped away the lock screen and saw the open conversation.
For the most part, Lucretia and I had spoken on the phone since her departure, but yesterday I ha
