~Isabel~
The house felt far too quiet that night. I stayed awake for a long time, staring at the shadows on my ceiling, waiting for the sound of a door closing or the rumble of an engine in the driveway.
But William never came back. I had sent him a text, my fingers shaking as I typed out the question
‘Who was at the door?’ but the screen stayed dark. No reply. No little bubbles popping up to show he was typing.
Nothing.
By the time the sun started to peek through my curtains, I had convinced myself that he probably had another place.
A man like William, twenty-six turning twenty-seven soon and drowning in Sterling money, wouldn't want to live under his father’s roof forever.
He probably had a sleek apartment downtown, something with big glass windows and chill cozy furnitures, w
