ISADORA
Knox still hasn't looked up and I'm starting to get worried.
I shift uncomfortably in my seat, not taking my eyes off him. I try to think of something to say, but nothing positive springs to mind. He's clearly going through something and I have no way of reaching him.
But at last, he looks up and his eyes meet mine. He looks a lot calmer, that's for sure, and maybe a little guilty.
"I'm sorry," he says again.
"What happened?" I ask. Technically, I should wait for him to share what happened with me, and if he doesn't want to, then he won't, but I'm really curious right now. What could possibly have made him act out like this?
"Halvick," he says. At first, I think it's a warning to me, because he likes calling me by my last name even though I asked him not to, but then he
