ISLA~
What was this feeling?
I sat at the restaurant Beatrice had picked out and was escorted to the table she already reserved. Just the way I liked it—a table by the window.
And of course she picked a high-end restaurant.
But after sitting there for ten minutes waiting for her, I couldn't shake the feeling that meeting like this was wrong. I looked at my reflection on the floor-to-ceiling window.
I had even overdressed for no freaking reason. Why did I feel like I was cheating on Elara, when we weren't even dating.
I heaved a sigh. My fingers rose and fell against the table. I had told Leonard about my plan for forgiveness this date and all, and still not a single word escaped him.
I felt empty. Like a part of me had been cut off.
Freda, though, told me he was settling in well on the Island. And although he was watched 24/7 he hadn't tried to escape and of course hated when the phone was brought to him.
