Isabel stood there, staring at him, her chest tightening painfully. She blinked quickly, as though she hadn’t just heard him say what he said. Her heart pounded louder than her thoughts.
Her breath trembled as she finally whispered, “what?”
Isaac’s brows furrowed slightly, watching her take a step back from him like his words physically pushed her. The confusion on his face was real, but she couldn't even process it anymore.
He stepped forward slightly, his hand half-raised as if trying to reach for her, “Isabel, does there need to be something?”
Her stomach twisted at his words. She laughed softly, bitterly, her lips trembling, “so what have we been doing then? All this time? What is this?”
Her voice cracked. She could feel the pressure of tears behind her eyes, but she bit them back
