Isabel paced across the hotel room again, her bare feet brushing the soft carpet as she twisted her fingers nervously. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand, biting her bottom lip. He had been gone far longer than she expected. She rubbed her palm along her arm, trying to calm herself down but failing miserably.
Her mind kept spiraling. What if something happened? She shook her head quickly, exhaling. No, this was Isaac. Nothing could happen to him. Still, she couldn’t stop pacing. Every few seconds, she glanced at the door like he would appear any moment.
Finally, the door handle shifted, and the door opened. She spun around instantly, her eyes wide with relief as she ran toward him without thinking, standing on her tiptoes to wrap her arms tightly around his neck.
“You’re back,”
