(Isla)
He answered without hesitating.
That was the part I kept coming back to while I read through the second document. Not the answer itself, though the answer mattered. The fact that he hadn't needed time to find it. I'd asked something that could have gone several ways and he'd looked at me and given me the cleanest version of the truth without dressing it up or managing it into something easier to receive.
The moment will be ours.
I turned a page without fully reading what was on it.
I'd been thinking about the mark for longer than I'd admitted to anyone including myself. Not with urgency. Not with the particular fear I used to carry around anything that required me to want something that could be taken back. Just thinking about it the way you thought about something that was com
