The taxi's taillights blurred into streaks as it pulled away from the restaurant. Inside, the air between them felt raw, as if the night had been peeled back and something old and sharp had been exposed. Isadora sat very still, the street lights catching on the Cartier on her wrist, the Pandora charms now glinting like small accusations. Kane's hand hovered over hers for a moment, then dropped, focusing on the road.
"i didn't know she was coming,it was unexpected" he said quietly as they enter the apartment, not angry so much as bewildered.
Isadora looked at him, and the hurt in her voice was steady, not theatrical. "You didn't tell me anything about her Kane, even after I shared my own past with Ethan you still said nothing. I saw the way you looked at her. That vulnerability—those little soft looks—wasn't for me. It wasn't meant for me." Her fingers clutching her purse like it was the only thing there to ground her "That hurts."
