Chapter 29

• Lucas raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched deep into his face.
• I shifted uncomfortably, folding my arms across my chest as if I could shield myself from the storm of emotions building inside me. My irritation felt misplaced, yet it clung to me like a second skin. Why was I even angry? I thought I had buried this. I thought I had dealt with it.
• But as Isabel moved gracefully through the room, completely oblivious to the turmoil brewing inside me, I felt it rise again—a knot of emotions I couldn’t name, simmering just beneath the surface.