CHAPTER 15
THE PROMISE
Isabella
The sun was setting over the cliffs when my phone rang.
I was sitting on the terrace, a book open in my lap that I hadn't turned a page of in forty minutes. Camille had gone upstairs to shower, leaving me with the sound of waves and the impossible weight of thoughts I kept trying to bury.
My gaze snapped to the screen watching the screen lit up with a name I didn't expect.
Julien.
I stared at it for a moment, something unfamiliar twisting in my chest. I don't know if to call it guilt or surprise, but it was definitely one of the two. Julien rarely called or texted if I didn't call or texted first.
I answered. "Hey."
"Hey yourself." His voice was warm, warmer than it used to be. "Did I catch you at a bad time?"
"No, I'm just sitting on the terrace.
