ISABELLE

I was still staring at the shattered screen of my phone as I sat at the dining table.

Evelyn pulled out a chair right across me, sitting down.

“I don’t know why Jake trusted you,” I said finally, my hands crossed as I rested against the chair.

“But whatever you have to say, you might as well start speaking.”

She flinched at my tone, but she didn’t look away.

“It wasn’t something I wanted to do to you,” she began, her voice soft, almost pleading.

“I know you don’t believe me, but trust me when I say I didn’t know Andrew was like this.”

I scoffed, shaking my head....