ISLA~
Having to tell her about being followed was never my plan. I had spent my entire career building an impenetrable wall around myself, convinced that the moment someone saw a crack in the armor, everything would fall apart. But I didn't know how else to deal with the fact that she didn't trust me.
Probably she thought I knew about the contract termination. The look of utter betrayal in her eyes when Detective Reyes brought it up—the raw, cutting realization that she had been keeping secrets from me because she assumed I was already keeping them from her—had sliced straight through my ribs.
I stood by the window, my hands buried deep in the pockets of my trench coat.
