Isabella’s POV

I step out of the shower, steam curling around me like ghosts from last night’s mistakes. My head still throbs, the dull ache behind my temples a cruel reminder of the hangover that refuses to let go. I wrap the towel tightly around myself and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes are swollen, red-rimmed, and tired. I look like a stranger, a woman I barely recognize. I’m still waiting for Michael to come home, though part of me fears what will happen when he does. I ...