*Estelle*

Gabe followed me up the stairs toward our bedroom. We were both exhausted, physically and emotionally. I was angry that he would doubt me, but I understood it. If I thought that he was interested in someone else, it would hurt. Besides, Isolde was good at getting under people’s skin. She seemed to be able to tell what a person was most insecure about and use it against them. She’d done it to me and I’d broken her nose.

The fact that Gabe felt ...