ISABELLA
I stepped out of Lorenzo's car, the cold night air clashing against my bare arms.
I leaned down to the open window and blew Lorenzo a kiss.
He caught it with that sly grin he wore like armor and held it to his chest.
"Take care of yourself," I said softly, my words brushing against the tension in my chest. "I will be here first thing tomorrow." he let out and I nodded
He revved the engine just enough to let the purr settle in my bones before driving off.
I turned to the red door of Camilla's apartment and slipped the spare key from my pocket.
The key hesitated in the lock, as if it, too, knew I wasn't welcome tonight. L
The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing against the walls from the flickering TV.
Camilla was curled up on the floor, not even the couch, with a half-empty bowl of popcorn cradled in her lap like something sacred.
Her knees were pulled to her chest, eyes were red and leaking down her cheeks. Her face didn't even twitch when I stepped in.
