ISABEL'S POV
What was I supposed to say to that?
The room felt smaller now, with his presence. his words continued to replay in my head over and over and I had no idea how to respond.
I was frozen, my mind racing as I tried to process everything he had just said, but there was simply no way to go about that. It wasn’t the first time he’d apologized, he'd done that the other day too when he came to see me at the hospital after I regained consciousness.
But something about tonight felt… different. There was an edge to his voice, an unspoken regret and desperation that made my chest tighten for some reason. But I had no idea what to do about it.
Why now? Could I really trust him? After everything? My heart screamed yes, but my mind remained cautious, whispering warnings I couldn’t ignor
