REMY’S POV.

Months later, two days before her graduation, things felt... off. Isla had been busy, too busy. It had been weeks since I’d even kissed her. Coming home had been difficult. She was constantly preoccupied, wrapping up things with Ava and preparing for her graduation.

That morning, sunlight streamed into the hallway as I made my way toward the kitchen. I stopped at her bedroom door and I heard a noise from inside.

I turned towards it, debating whether to interrupt, but ...