Chapter 4

That night, she sat out on her apartment balcony, wrapped in a blanket, with a glass of wine she barely touched in front of her. Her phone screen was lit with information she had dug up.

Isabelle's flight details.

International arrival, 3:40 PM, three days from now.

She went over the details three times before closing the app.

Her phone wallpaper was a photo of her and Elias.

She'd made him take it.

In the picture, her arm was slung around his neck, wearing a bright, unrestrained smile, while he tilted his head slightly, his lips barely forming a smile.…