Chapter 51

• Isabella
• Returning to the city felt like walking into an old house that had been gutted and restaged. The bones were the same, but everything smelled unfamiliar. Too clean. Too bright. Like someone had tried to erase what used to live there.
• The drive in was long, but not unbearable. Noah drove, Sienna sat in the back with her shoes off and a thermos of something herbal, and I rode shotgun, watching mile markers blur past the window.