Isla Prescott always remembered the look in Shane Sterling's eyes as she left. It was dull and gray, casting a deeper shadow over the twilight.
The door slammed shut behind her fleeing footsteps. BANG. It was like a blade biting into flesh and bone, a pain born of mutual destruction.
That night, Isla Prescott packed her bags and left Shane Sterling's house. Before she went, she left behind the bracelet he had given her. She also scraped together the money for her mother's surgery and transferred it all back to him.
The only silver lining was that her studio had been doing well recently, so at least she wasn't in his debt when they broke up.
After leaving the residential complex, Isla Prescott called Annabelle Leighton.
Annabelle Leighton, ever the loyal friend, came to pick her up right away, no questions asked.
"Isabelle, what on earth happened? I had a feeling something was off with you yesterday. Did that bastard Shane Sterling do something to you?"
