Roy’s POV
“It’s nothing, really,” I say, trying to quickly put on my shirt, but Isabel stops me midway. She definitely won’t take no for an answer.
“Liar!” She snorts, pointing at me. “You really don’t know how to lie, do you? Just tell me the truth. You know how much I hate lies.
Her gaze is steady, unwavering, and I feel a tug deep in my chest. “It’s from five years ago,” I finally let out, almost in a whisper.
Her eyes widen as understanding dawns on her. “Don’t tell me…” her hand hovers near her mouth, and she steps back, her voice barely audible. “From the fire?”
I nod, attempting a small smile. “It’s just a scratch, Isabel. Nothing to worry about.”
“A scratch?” She chokes on the words, her eyes welling up. “How can you say that?” Her tears break me.
I move closer, placing my
