Lena knocked softly before stepping inside the room, carrying a glass of water in one hand. "You okay?" she asked gently, glancing around. Isabel sat near the edge of the bed, arms resting on her legs, eyes unfocused.
"I'm fine," Isabel muttered.
Lena didn't look convinced. "It's almost time for your hospital check-up again, remember? You'll need to go in soon."
Before Isabel could reply, another knock came at the door. A heavier one. They both looked up as it slowly opened, and Isaac stood there.
Lena turned, then glanced between them, immediately sensing the tension in the air. "I'll be downstairs," she said, quietly excusing herself.
Isaac stepped inside, closing the door gently behind him.
"I didn't hurt her," Isabel said first, her voice cold, but steady.
"I didn't say you did,
