Kylian
Sleep didn't come easily for either of us the night before the charges were set to be filed, both of us lying awake in the dark long after we've said everything there was to say about the coming morning.
"Talk to me about something else," Isabella said finally, turning toward me in the dark. "Anything. I can't keep circling the same thoughts about tomorrow."
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Tell me what you pictured, that first night on the yacht, before you saw me fall." She propped herself up on one elbow, some of the day's tension easing slightly now that we've both agreed to set it down, if only for an hour. "What was going through your head, before your whole life changed course in the space of a few seconds?"
I thought back, surprised by how vividly I could still recall
