The soft click of the door closing behind Isabelle sounded far too loud in the stillness of the house. She stood there for a moment, her back pressed against the wood, her fingers trembling at her sides. The air felt heavy, thick with the echoes of a conversation she hadn’t been ready for.
I won’t lose you.
The words chased her down the hallway, their weight pressing against her chest.
She made it to her bedroom on autopilot, her mind still spinning. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she dropped her face into her hands, trying — and failing — to slow her racing heart. The fight had been inevitable. The tension between them had been building for weeks. But she hadn’t expected… that.
Not the fear in his voice.
Not the regret in his eyes.
And definitely not the way it made her ache — no m
