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But my desire to lash out at her dissipates. I hated her for fooling me, but I can’t deny I still love her. My feelings can’t just disappear even though my heart has shattered to the sharpest shards.
Regardless, I shove away anything that resembles affection from within me. I’ve come here motivated by anger, and I’ve chosen to be with her now because I’m seeking the truth.
“A gun? Really, Isabelle? Is that how much guilt you’re carrying?”
“What do you want, Clayton?” she challenges.
“A reason.”
A figure approaches me from behind. “Clayton!”
I turn around. Now that is the person that will never ever see my anger.
“Raffi, go back inside!” she orders, trying to shield her son away from the scene—including me, Blake, and his shattered windscreen.
“But, Mom…”
“Go back inside!”
I refuse to look at the boy, and my gut sinks like I’m committing the worst crime. I miss him. Matty misses him. It’s the world at its most unfair.
After making sure he’s nowhere around us, I ask Isabelle, “What did you tell him?”
“I told him Don would hurt us, and if we stayed around, he would hurt you too.”
There is still a fair distance between us, but I hear her loud and clear, and her face doesn’t seem to try to hide anything.
“Sounds noble.”
“It’s the truth,” she grits. After seconds of scorning at me, she softens her stance. “How’s bab—”
But she stops. In a situation like this, only a baby would make her soft like that. But no, she’s not going to ask how Rob’s daughter is doing. Not now, and she knows it.
“So, who are you?” I confront her.
“Isabelli Luna Martins.”
“What are your secrets, really, Isabelli Luna Martins?”
“I killed my boyfriend, Raffi’s father.”
At least she’s not trying to beat around the bush, although she stops short of explaining how. “In cold—”
“Self-defense!” she cuts.
“By stabbing him nine times?”
“I stabbed him with a piece of broken mirror. About four inches went into his body. As for the rest of it, it broke in my hand, Clayton.” She extends her arm, showing her scarred palm.
Jesus…that was how she got those scars. Still, it doesn’t mean she didn’t kill him in cold blood.
She continues as she steps closer. “So tell me, how could I stab my boyfriend nine times?”
“You tell me.”
“No, I didn’t, Clayton. But I guess I was so good that I got his heart with my first and only blow.”
There’s no emotion in her statement, but it sounds so real, I feel it in my chest. “Are you saying what they accused you of is not true?”
