The apartment was quiet, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the old wooden floors. Isabella sat cross-legged on the couch, a blanket draped over her lap and a steaming mug of tea in her hands. Outside, rain pattered softly against the window, mirroring the storm inside her.
It had been almost two weeks since she left Damien. Fourteen days of waking up in a small, unfamiliar apartment. Fourteen days of telling herself that she’d made the right decision, even as doubt gnawed at her heart. She had thought leaving would give her clarity, but instead, it had left her with a void she couldn’t fill.
Her eyes wandered to her phone on the coffee table, the screen dark but tempting. She’d stared at it so many nights, willing it to light up with his name. Part o
