The Point of No Return
Isabella’s POV
I stared at my phone, Adrian’s text glowing on the screen like a taunt.
Are you going to come in or just sit outside all night?
I shouldn’t be here.
I shouldn’t have driven to his building in the dead of night like some reckless, lovesick i***t.
But here I was.
And he knew.
I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, my pulse hammering in my throat. Every rational part of me screamed to put the car in reverse and leave. To pretend I never came.
But my fingers moved on their own, typing back a response before I could stop them.
I wasn’t planning on coming in.
The three little dots appeared immediately.
Then why are you here?
Good question. One I wasn’t entirely sure how to answer.
I hesitated before typing:
I don’t know.
A moment passed,
