Isaac pulled back just enough to see her face. He cupped her cheeks in both hands, his thumbs brushing over the tear tracks under her eyes. His brows were drawn, eyes darting across her features like he couldn’t believe she was really there in his arms.
“Are you okay?” he asked, voice low, strained, like he was holding back everything inside him.
Isabel nodded, but more tears spilled down. “How did you even find me?”
He shook his head slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. “I don’t know. I didn’t even know where I was going. I just knew I had to find you.”
She cried harder, her voice trembling. “You shouldn’t be out here. You’re too sick. You’re not even supposed to drive.”
He smiled faintly, the corner of his mouth twitching. He wiped her tears gently with the pad of his thumb. “Why
