ISADORA
Knox claims he's starving, so we decide to head out for lunch shortly after our interaction with Justin.
Though I don't have much of an appetite after what my disgusting half-brother said to me, I try not to think about it.
Dad wants to talk to you, little sister.
I can only imagine the awful things my father would want to say to me at a time like this. I'm sure Justin did his part and organized a whole smear campaign just to make me look bad. If Dad hasn't even bothered to call me, that can only mean that it's a serious issue.
I won't go. I've already decided.
I'll delay the inevitable for as long as possible.
In the car, I can't stop myself from looking over at Knox. His eyes are on the road but he turns his head to meet my gaze as soon as my gaze lands on his face, a
