Chapter 250

Isla’s POV

The night air on the balcony was crisp, carrying the faint, muted sounds of the Los Angeles traffic far below.

I stood with my hands curled tightly around a cold glass of orange juice, watching the city lights stretch out like spilled glitter across the dark.

The chill of the glass didn't do anything to ease the deep, anxious twisting in my stomach, but the freezing wind against my face