POV: Isadora
“Henry.”, I interrupted. “We… we need to talk.”
He looked at me, having just opened the fridge to grab the ingredients. My heart was racing; I was so nervous I could barely keep my feet under me. Come on, Isadora. If you really love him, you have to tell him the truth.
He closed the fridge without breaking eye contact. His blue eyes were intense, like they were trying to scan me, to read my mind.
“Yeah, you’re right.”, he stepped closer, and I tried not to show how confused I was.
Was there a chance he already knew what I was going to say? A thousand possibilities started racing through my head. What if he’d already found out? Or if he at least suspected something? Maybe Carol almost blurting out my name in front of him had made him connect the dots.
“Anne.”, I stared at
