Isobelle
I had been on the phone with my mum for an hour; the handset was hot against my ear. Each time I opened my mouth to speak, Mum would butt in with more questions.
"Do you go out much?" she quizzed.
I was about to answer, but she cut me off with another question. "Or do they keep you hard at it night and day?"
Holy s**t, how do I respond to that?
"I get a break now and again," I answered, fighting the urge to laugh.
"Are you eating properly?" she inquired.
"Yes, Mum. I'm being thoroughly cared for," I assured.
Strong arms snaked around my waist and Lucas playfully nipped at my earlobe.
"Ouch, Lucas!" I scolded.
"Izzy, who's Lucas?" My mum asked, her voice dragging with curiosity.
I swatted him away and pointed towards the open door, mouthing, "Get out."
"Oh, he's just th
