Chapter 57

Chapter 57

Isabella’s POV

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It had been a while since the call ended, but I couldn’t get my mind off of it.

Regret. Shame. Anger. Want. They tangled inside me like wires sparking in the dark.

I pressed my forehead to the bar, the wood cool against my skin. The music thumped through my bones, too loud, too bright. Someone laughed nearby. Luca said something I couldn’t make out. Chiara rubbed my back, telling me to breathe.