ISAAC’S POV

“How many times was it? When did it start?” His breath came in ragged bursts. “Was it because she moved into your apartment?”

I looked away. He didn’t really want the answers. And I was too exhausted from his fists to give them. Every strike had begun to blur into the next.

“Isaac! Huh? Tell me! Was it when she moved in with you? You couldn’t control it?”

I swallowed again, remaining silent. Then our eyes met and those seconds of silence and locked gaze gave him ...