a's
pot. But I didn't. I wiped my hands on a dish towel and hurried across the marble flo
the old days. Five years of marriage. Some of it good. Most of it...
"Hey, Isla. I'm on my way to your place. Just landed." I blinked. "What? Wa
inutes later, the doorbell rang again. And I opened it. There she was. Fiona Stewart. Blo
It's really you." We hugged like we hadn't been ghosting each other for years. "Come in," I said
hed. "Still the
or
"Thanks bestie, it's a house he bought few years ago." She turned serious. "I wouldn't be here if I had anywhere else, Isla.
on her and the tears in her eyes. Fiona wasn't built to break. She was the one who used
hat ab
ening her face. "Just a few weeks. I'll be invisible." I didn't believe
ked, drank wine, and immediately got back in touch. She seemed to still know me better than eve
dark suit, colder eyes. Dropped his briefcase without looking at it. His ga
culated. "Of course." He answered. "Hi, Lachlan," Fiona said, too sweet. "Be
I muttered. "I didn't ask when. I asked how long she's staying." I swallowed. "A few weeks. She needs a place." I
, jaw locked. "You should've ask
act
Just stared, like he was trying to read something behind my eyes. Something I
ehearsed and a kind of a peace offering. He kissed me back
have opene