Chapter 194

Isla's POV

By the time Monday morning rolled around, I felt like I had lived through a decade in the span of forty-eight hours.

The weekend had been a slow, agonizing test of my patience.

Graham was barely home, appearing only in brief flashes; a tall shadow in the hallway, the sound of the front door closing at midnight, the distant murmur of his voice from the terrace.

I had tried to keep my mi