Chapter 183

Isla’s POV

I didn’t remember most of the walk home.

That happened sometimes—your legs just carry you while your mind is somewhere else entirely, and you arrive at your front door without any real recollection of the turns you took to get there.

I stood outside for a moment, just breathing.

The evening air had gotten cooler, and it settled against my face in a way that almost helped. Almost.

I fumb