Isabel sat curled on the edge of the bed, her knees tucked close to her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around them. Her breathing had slowed, but her body still trembled. The faint hum of Isaac pacing across the room made her head lift slowly. She looked at him, eyes wide, voice shaking.
“How… how are you back?”
He didn’t look at her at first. His jaw was clenched tight, and his eyes stayed fixed on the floor for a moment before flicking to her.
“My flight was delayed,” he muttered. “Then postponed so I came back.”
She nodded faintly, unsure what else to say. Her fingers clenched the fabric of her pajama pants as she watched him cross to the door, yank it open, and call into the hallway.
“Get security in here, now.”
Within seconds, two guards rushed in. Isaac stood tall in front of
