Isla POV
The city feels louder today, or maybe it’s just me. I haven’t been able to focus on anything else since I left my mother’s house. Not the drive back, not the messages Zayne sent asking if I was okay. Not even the fact that my hands are still slightly shaking.
Because her face, that one moment. That crack, that fear, it won’t leave me. She knows something, I don’t know what yet. But I felt it, and now I can’t ignore it.
My phone buzzes in my hand, I look down immediately. Ethan. Finally.
I answer before the second ring.
“Tell me you have something.”
“No hello?”
“Ethan.”
“Yeah, yeah. I have something.”
My heart skips. “What is it?”
“It’s not… straightforward.”
“I don’t need straightforward. Anything, just tell me.”
“I need you to listen carefully.”
That serious time.
