Isaac didn’t speak.
Isabel’s fingers loosened around his wrist almost instantly as she realized how it must have looked. The silence stretched too long, and panic climbed up her throat. She took a small step back, her hand falling away quickly.
“I- I meant… because my next doctor’s appointment is soon,” she stammered, forcing a light laugh as if she were making some casual remark, “that’s all, just wanted to say it before you left.”
Isaac didn’t even blink, “Lena will take care of that,” he said coldly.
Then he turned and walked off, not giving her another glance.
She stood there for a moment, still frozen, still holding the air where his wrist had been. Her lips pressed into a flat line, the back of her neck growing hot. Why had she said anything at all?
It was stupid. He was right.
