Chapter 9

I was busy.

I had been bent over the same mahogany table for the last hour, looking over the email responses from my lawyer for the millionth time. At the same time, I had my copy of the divorce papers spread over the shiny wood surface in front of me, and at the same time, my left thumb kept busy with declining each of my parents’ calls that kept coming in over and over again.

There was no reason to talk to them right now.

They had done this to me.

Even if they were calling because they had probably heard about the fire, I still didn't wish to speak or say anything to them.

There was even a higher possibility that their call wasn't anything about the fire outbreak at my house because I bet Isak wouldn't just go and let them know that their daughter's apartment got razed down when she was in it.

It was better now that Isak had no idea where I had gone.

He wouldn't go tell my parents about the fire because then he wouldn't be able to say where exactly I was at the moment if my parents