The weight of all Selena had disclosed was like an anchor crushing down on Isabella as she sat in the silence of her apartment. Her thoughts immediately returned to the first time she had seen Xander. Had there been clues, times when she ought to have asked him questions? Had that trust been misplaced, all the times he'd begged her to trust him?
With Xander's number highlighted on the screen, she glanced down at her phone. She might face him and demand the truth with only one press. But she hesitated at the concept. What if Selena had been correct? What if she was in danger if she confronted him?
A sudden knock at the door startled her from her thoughts. Her heart racing, she quickly went to the peephole to see who was there. On the opposite side, Xander stood with a worried expression on his face.
His voice was firm as he said, "Isabella, we need to talk," but she could hear the desperation in it.
She inhaled deeply before opening the door and looking into his eyes. "I think we do."
