(Isolde's POV)
Garrett's phone buzzed again.
He glanced at the screen and his whole face changed.
The cold, closed-off look he always wore around me - it just melted away.
He answered the call and turned toward the bathroom without a word to me.
The door clicked shut behind him.
I stood in the middle of the bedroom and stared at that closed door.
I didn't need to hear the conversation to know who was on the other end.
I already knew.
I just didn't have any right to say a single thing about it.
A few minutes later, the door swung back open.
Garrett had changed into a fresh shirt. He had his car keys in his hand.
He walked straight past me toward the front door.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"Out." He didn't slow down. Didn't look at me. "Don't wait up. Mind your own business
