"Of course you can trust me," Isabel said.
Abby nodded and looked out across the roses. Isabel looked too, but she couldn't focus on the delicate flowers or the thorny stems. Her mind raced. Was Abby finally going to tell her why she never had a boyfriend? Did it somehow have to do with Devin?
"Why do you like me, Isabel?" Abby finally asked.
Isabel froze, surprised by the question.
"You barely know me," Abby continued. "You hardly know what kind of person I am."
Isabel thought of the best way to answer. It was impossible to explain that she'd lived another life. She couldn't tell Abby that in her past life she'd worked as Janet's PA and seen Abby's kindness on set. She'd sound crazy.
"Well," she finally said. "I'm good at reading people, too. I can tell that yo
