AMARA
Even though I was seriously tempted to call Isabelle, just to hear what she had to say about Xander, I stopped myself.
Whatever secrets or gossip she had could stay with her. I didn’t want to hear it.
Instead of calling her number, I called Xander instead.
No surprise—he didn’t answer.
I sent him message after message, hoping maybe just one would get through to him. I told him I wanted to talk. That we needed to talk. But still—nothing. Not even a single reply.
Eventually, I gave up, forgot about what happened and returned to my normal routine.
“There’s someone asking for you,” Soya’s voice called out from the kitchen doorway.
My stomach twisted. Who could it be?
Surely not her.
If it was Isabelle, what the hell did she want now?
She didn’t get my call, shouldn’t that hav
