ISABELLE

The moment I read Andrew's message, which I couldn't understand, I shoved my phone into my bag, staring at the window throughout the entire ride.

I got down at the restaurant, heading to the cafe to get his coffee.

I didn’t have time to decode his words, I had a long day ahead, and Mr. Montero was already breathing down my neck.

Him lashing out at me was the last thing I wanted this morning.

I pushed open the door to the restaurant, the familiar scent of coffee embracing me.

I walked up ton Joey at the counter,who was all bubbly with a wide smile on her face.

The...