Chapter Forty Three.

The car came to an abrupt halt, with Isabella alighting from the backseat. Leonardo, whose hands wedged underneath his chin threw her a daunting stare. He couldn’t get that image out of his head—and he couldn’t quiet his raging thoughts.

Did she know?

If she did, then why did Isabella lie?

He got down the car, closing the door behind him and pacing towards her to match her steps. “Isabella” He called and they both halted, the winds whistling through their hair. He slipped his hands into his pocket, nudging his adam’s apple with a hard lump.

She looked to him with her dreamy-brown eyes and a lopsided gait—why was only more familiar now that he realized? She pulled the strands of hair that fell across her face, those were shorter, they were shorter than seven years ago and the one in the photo.

God, she’d changed so much but somehow not enough.

And looking at her, his tongue went paralyzed. He searched the heavens and the earth for what he could possibly say—that perhaps she should give