(Isla’s POV)
“Isla? You’re here?” he said.
“Yes, Ryder. The doctor called me and said Granny was getting better, so I had to rush in. I knew you’d be busy today, so I decided to take that role.”
“Oh… that’s really thoughtful of you,” he replied, though his tone carried a weight I didn’t like. “But I didn’t see your signature on the record?”
My eyes widened instantly, my throat tightening.
“Oh… oh… tha–that… I really don’t know. They probably mixed it up,” I stammered, forcing a nervous smile.
His eyes lingered on me, dark with suspicion.
I have to do something real quick. He’s getting suspicious…
“Oh, look at Granny, Ryder… she’s getting better,” I said quickly, pointing towards her.
He pulled a chair closer, his hands trembling slightly as he sat down beside her. For a moment, he
