Isabel stormed into the hallway, her fingers trembling as she clutched the phone to her chest.

The image Isaac had sent was still vivid in her mind his bare chest, Vera draped against him, the smugness on her face. Her throat felt tight.

She walked straight into Lena’s room and flung the door open. “I’m leaving,” she said, her voice sharp and cracking. “I’m packing my things, the contract’s over.”

Lena sat up from her bed in confusion, brushing her hair out of her face. ...