I lay in bed later that night with the lights off, staring at the ceiling. Everything from today replayed like a movie— Giuliana’s voice, Georgio's scent, Rafael’s words.
I wasn’t angry anymore nor was I scared either. Just…clear.
A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.
“Isa," Ivan said from behind the door. “You awake?”
I didn’t answer. I just stood, crossed the room, and opened the door.
He didn’t wait for permission, walking right in.
“You ever heard of waiting to be let in?”
“You ever heard of replying a question?"
I shut it behind him and folded my arms. “What do you want, Ivan?”I asked calmly.
Ivan glanced at me, then at the bed. “Were you sleeping?”
“Clearly not.”
He looked tired. Not in the physical sense. In the way someone does when they’ve been carrying a weight for too long. His voice was low.
“You good?”
“If I say yes, you won’t believe me.”
“I’ll believe you when your eyes stop looking like you’re about to set the world on fire.”
I raised a brow. “Did Rafael
