Isla's POV
I don’t even know what was pushing me anymore.
Maybe it was the silence after crying too much, maybe it was the way everything inside me felt heavy. I called out, “Liam.”
He came in, wiping his hands with the last neat little napkin I never used here. “Yes, ma’am?”
“I need a rope,” I said, blunt.
His brows furrowed instantly. “A rope? For what exactly?”
My chest tightened, but I forced myself to sound careless. “The window curtains. They’ve been loose for days, and it’s driving me insane. I can’t exactly be tripping over clothes like some blind bat, can I?”
He didn’t look convinced. He actually tilted his head at me like he wanted to ask again, but I folded my arms and raised a brow. “Do I look like someone who makes jokes about curtains?”
That got him moving. “Alright
