Isabella’s POV

When I woke up the next morning, the sun had barely crested over the horizon. It felt like sandpaper under my lids with every blink, but my brain was fully awake. Which I almost regretted with all the memories of yesterday’s disaster playing at double speed in my head.

I noticed the other side of the bed was untouched, which meant Ethan hadn’t come to bed last night.

I released a tired breath and slipped from ...