chapter 15

The headmistress puts on a pair of tiny, wire-framed glasses and pulls out a notepad.

And thus begins the interview.

"So, Dr. Delgado. You're a doctor of –"

"I'm an emergency room doctor," I say softer than I mean to.

The headmistress hums. "That must be difficult."

I shrug. "I'm used to it."

"Don't be so modest, Isabella," Rex says, taking my left hand in his right, stroking his thumb across the rings.

Okay, now he's laying it on a little thick.

"And what about you, Mr. Redford?"

I smile at Rex thinking, See? She isn't a fan.

"Um, well, I'm a musician actually."

"A musician! What kind? Classical."

Rex half-laughs, glances my way for some help.

Nope. All you, buddy.

"Rock music, actually."

Headmistress Rockwell's head bounces backward, her lips pursed like she's just taken a full bite of a lemon. "Rock music?"

"Rex is actually very successful in the music industry."

"I see..." The headmistress jots something down on her notepad.

Rex squeezes my hand harder. I needed that. My nerves ar