Isabel stepped out of the car the moment it stopped and barely waited for the driver to say a word. She walked fast up the front steps, bag still over her shoulder, and knocked once.
The door swung open quicker than expected.
Mercy stood there in an oversized hoodie and socks, brows raised, mouth slightly open.
"Wait, you actually came?" she said, stunned.
Isabel dropped her bag beside the doorway and pulled her into a hug without answering.
Mercy hugged her back instantly. “Okay, who do I kill?”
Isabel laughed under her breath, pulling away just slightly.
“Come in, come in,” Mercy said, waving her in and locking the door behind them. “You look like you’ve been through hell.”
Isabel gave a tired smile. “I’ve had a day.”
Mercy’s place was small but cozy, tucked in an older part of
