Isabel pulled out of his arms so fast it almost made her stumble. His hands slipped from her skin. She looked at his face one last time, her eyes wet and furious, before she turned and ran for the door.
He didn’t come after her. He didn’t call her name. He didn’t move. That silence broke her more than the words had.
She shoved the door open and stepped out into the night.
The air was cold against her bare skin, sharp enough to make her shiver, but she didn’t stop.
She walked fast across the driveway, not caring that her feet were bare.
The gravel bit at her soles until they stung, but the pain only pushed her faster.
Tears blurred the streetlights as she wandered down the road.
Her hands shook at her sides, her chest tight.
She dragged her palm across her face but the tears woul
