Chapter sixty three

Hope

After a short rest and a microwave dinner later in the evening, I had gotten ready and gone to sleep in my old bedroom, the sinking feeling never leaving my stomach. It wasn’t too much later when I woke to rain beating against the window and voices arguing. I sat up and glanced at the time on my phone. It was a little after midnight. The display showed eight missed calls, all from surprise, surprise Damian .

I guess he had gotten home from Naya’s. Asshole.

I ignored the messages, got out of bed, and cracked the door open. The voices came from downstairs. It was Isabella and a man. Although I knew the voice, I couldn’t place it. It didn’t belong here.

“You promised me. I don’t want him hurt!”

My sister sounded agitated.

“I’m placating. Relax.”

“How the fuck can I relax? God, I wish this were over!”

I stepped out onto the landing and crept over to the stairs. Hearing the familiar creak on the third step, I froze, hoping they hadn’t heard. They continued arguing.

“You need t