ISAAC’S POV

The door clicked shut behind them, and the apartment sank into a heavy, aching quiet. My chest rose and fell sharply as I stayed on the floor, legs folded beneath me. Blood slid warm and sticky from the split in my cheek, its coppery taste sharp on my tongue. The silence wasn’t empty.

My pulse throbbed in my ears. My heart still echoed her voice. I love him. I love him.

God, she said it. In front of them.

I should’ve fought back. I should’ve said something, anything. But ...