Isabel sat quietly in the back seat of the car, Isaac’s coat still wrapped around her shoulders.

She pressed the collar higher, trying to hide her face in the fabric, though she could feel the heat rushing back to her cheeks just thinking about everything that had happened.

Her legs were curled slightly to one side, and her hand was gripping the edge of the coat like it could steady her heartbeat.

She glanced sideways. Isaac hadn’t said a word since they got into the car, one ...