Issac finally calls. There is no second ring. I practically dive for my phone on the couch. But the fire and anger leave; my words come out so soft. “Issac,” I say, “Issac, where have you been?” “Hi, Laniah.” His voice is softer than mine. “My sweet Ni.” “Don’t you dare.” “I had to do it.” “You should’ve told me.” “You said you trusted me.”
