Isabella's POV.
The ride back home was slow but interesting.
The music from his car radio filled the awkward silence between us, pushing back all the discussion we would have had, which annoyed me to my core.
I wasn't sure what I wanted to know and if I did have the strength to handle it, but I felt uneasy knowing Esam was working with his ex.
“So, how was work today?”
“Fine.”
“I see you had no troubles fitting in.”
“I didn't.”
“That's good. It's always so nice when a new member of our clinic can easily find their way in.”
“Yeah”
His hands were on the steering wheel, his vision focused on the road, but I could see him from the corner of my eyes, stealing glances at me.
“Charles and Ruben should be asleep by now.”
“I'm not sure.”
“Charles might be. He seems like a good boy. Ru
