Lost temper.

Isabella's POV

Swallowing the small lump in my throat, I stepped into the kitchen area. He was looking for something, likely pots.

"Is Agathe around?" I finally brought myself to say.

The slight clanging of pots was the only notable sound.

"She went to get groceries."

I nodded stiffly, still not making eye contact with him.

This was technically the first time we had spoken in the same area since last week.

Looking away, I instantly decided on making a sandwich, gathering the bread and leftover vegetables.

I moved to carry a knife, just to brush warm flesh.

I flinched away from his hand, aiming for a different knife before I chopped.

"How was your party?" He asked.

The mention of the party brought all the memories back, good and bad. The knowledge of the phone laying on my bedroom floor put a bitter taste in my mouth.

"It was fine," I said. It was best if I kept our interactions short anyways. Time passed in a tense silence. I was almost done when I heard his voice again.

"I heard yo