ISABELLE

Jake walked to the door and cursed under his breath as he saw the figure on the security camera screen.

“Shit”, he cursed again

“What's wrong?”, I asked

“It's my father”, he said

“My father hasn’t been in my house in years,” he muttered, his voice tight.

He walked closer to the door to open it.

“It’s fine,” I said quickly, already heading toward the stairs to grab my things.

“I’ll leave now. I don’t want to interrupt anything.”

Jake turned, his brows furrowing.

“You don’t have to go. He’ll probably just stay for a few minutes.”

But there was something about the way he said it, like he...