NATHAN'S POINT OF VIEW
The park was busy on Wednesday evening. Families with kids. People walking dogs. Joggers passing by. Normal life was happening all around us, while I felt like I was coming apart.
Isabelle walked beside me, hands in her jacket pockets. We'd been quiet for the last ten minutes. Not the comfortable kind of quiet. The kind where everything you're not saying fills up all the space between you.
"You okay?" she asked finally.
"Yeah. Fine."
"You seem tense."
I was tense. It had been for weeks. Ever since that morning Ella walked in on us. Ever since Isabelle said she wasn't ready for marriage.
I'd told her it was fine. That I could wait. That I understood.
I'd lied.
"Nathan." She stopped walking and turned to face me. "Talk to me. What's going on?"
"Nothing. I'm just tired."
"Don't do that. Don't shut me out."
"I'm not."
"Yes, you are. You've been different lately. Distant."
