ISABELLE

The drive to his house was silent and harder than I thought.

Luckily, I could drive but not so well.

Not like I was ever good at driving.

He’d already passed out in passenger seat and all I could hear was his faint and shallow breathing.

When we finally pulled up to his mansion, I couldn’t help but glance at him. His eyes were half-closed, his head resting on the chair he had pulled to the back, giving him space to lie well.

“Jake,” I said softly, as his name poured out of my mouth unconsciously, while touching his arm.

“We’re here.”

He grunted, fumbling for his phone as...