Chapter Twelve
Hanging out with Isabelle, her parents and her younger brother almost makes me feel like I’m living my former life. My life when Iz and I went to the same school, hung out with the same friends, shared secrets and giggled about boys.
Almost, but not quite.
When Isabelle’s dad drops me off at my gate, that twinge of anxiety is still there. As the gate rattles closed behind me and I walk towards the house, I check my phone to see if Lex has sent a message in the past few hours. I find plenty of Artster notifications from followers liking my art, but not a single notification about a private message. My heart sinks a little further.
Once inside the house, I peek around the lounge door and find the room in semi-darkness with everyone staring at the TV. Looks like I missed fa
