The bedroom door hadn’t even clicked shut before Isabelle heard Sophia’s voice through it.
“You’re back early.”
Isabelle let her heels fall to the floor with a soft thud and leaned her forehead briefly against the wood. She didn’t answer right away. Her body ached in that subtle way guilt always settled into the muscles.
She crossed the room, unbuttoning her blouse and slipping it off with mechanical precision. “Marcus and I talked,” she called out. “That’s all.”
The door opened behind her. Sophia stepped in, arms crossed, posture casual but eyes already reading too much. “And?”
Isabelle pulled a sweatshirt from the chair, tugged it over her head. “We agreed to move forward.”
Sophia’s brow lifted. “Just like that?”
Isabelle sat on the edge of her bed, reaching for the water bottle o
