Ava stood frozen at the doorway, fingers unconsciously clutching the hem of her shirt. Her head tilted slightly upward, lashes trembling, as she stared in stunned disbelief at the gorgeous girl before her—Isabella Horne.
The diagnosis had only come this morning. Even she herself had only found out a few hours ago.
She wasn't the type to post private matters on social media, and she hadn't told a single friend or classmate about her condition. As of now, only two people in the world knew about her illness: herself and her boyfriend—no, her ex-boyfriend—Bradley Carter.
So how on earth did Isabella Horne, a girl she'd never crossed paths with before, know?
A chilling suspicion slithered through her like an icy serpent, curling tightly around her heart.
—No, Bradley couldn't be that cruel.
—The man who used to massage her temples through nights of migraine… he wouldn't turn her illness into gossip.
