Chapter 50

• I knew it was him the second the phone rang.
• Even before I checked the screen, even before I heard the voice. Some things just... settle in your bones. The weight of someone who built you, broke you, and still lingers somewhere under your skin like a scar you don’t remember earning.
• I hadn’t spoken to my father in months . Not since the last terse letter. Not since he signed his name at the bottom of a sentence that ended with, “You made your bed, Isabella.” And then there was that short letter had sent me a few weeks ago.