ISABELLE'S POV

I woke up to the cold and empty bed beside me, the sheets tangled around my legs as I struggled to get my legs out of it. My hand reached out instinctively, brushing against the cool fabric where Jake had been, where he should have been.

The events of the night before came flooding back, the way he held my hand and told me to stay, which I eventually did.

I sat up, my head throbbing slightly as I tried to steady my breathing.

The bathroom door loomed in front of me, its mirrored surface reflecting a version of myself I barely recognized.

My hair was a wild...