It had been five days since the surgery. The doctors said she was strong enough to go home. Strong enough. Isaac had wanted to laugh at that. There was nothing left in her that looked strong.
The car was silent. The sound of the tires on the road was the only thing that filled the space between them. Isabel sat beside him, her face turned toward the window. Her hospital wristband still circled her wrist, pale against her skin.
Isaac kept stealing glances at her. Her eyes didn’t blink much. She didn’t even flinch when the car hit a bump. Her hands stayed still on her lap.
He tried softly, his voice low. “Are you comfortable?”
No answer.
He shifted closer, his hand resting on her thigh. His thumb rubbed slow circles, trying to comfort her. She didn’t move, didn’t pull away, didn’t even
