Isla POV

I arrived at work quietly the next day, actually making an effort with my outfit. My hair was styled in a low bun, neatly packed with hair accessories, and I wore a cream office dress that helped bring out my curves modestly.

I walked into the elevator, my phone buzzing with a message from Liam.

Have a great day at work, Isla.

He had been sending me messages since yesterday nigh. I didn't trust him. Why now, after all those years, did he decide to reach out? He had abandoned me. My thumb hovered over the delete button, but I couldn't bring myself to press it.

I should...