ISABELLA
The house was eerily quiet that afternoon, the kind of silence that settled deep into your bones and made every small noise stand out like a drumbeat in the dark.
I’d spent most of the morning avoiding Logan, pretending my guilt was something I could just ignore but deep down, I knew I couldn’t, not when I’d let him walk away, helplessly, without even a hint of an apology for the harsh things I’d said.
I couldn’t bring myself to apologize for accusing him of something he hadn’t done. Because part of me still wasn’t sure.
The maid appeared in the doorway of my room, a smile playing on her lips that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Logan said you’re to come with him today,” she informed me, her tone casual but her gaze searching, like she could tell something was off with me. I ha
