There was a knock.
Isaac’s mouth was still parted about to respond, when the doorknob turned on its own. Both he and Isabel turned their heads at the same time.
Vera stepped in, barefoot, robe tied loosely around her waist, eyes frantic. "Isaac, I can’t sleep. I don’t know why I keep dreaming of him. I feel like something’s going to happen. Isaac, you know how hard my nightmares get. Please, I can’t sleep alone tonight."
Isabel didn’t move, but her arms folded across her chest, and her gaze darkened.
Isaac exhaled, glancing between the two women. "Three people can’t sleep in this room."
The words weren’t loud but they rang loud enough. Loud enough for Isabel to blink.
She turned immediately.
Her feet carried her toward the door without thought, but she didn’t get far. His hand locke
