Finally, I pull away, and he lets me. As I’m leaving the kitchen, feeling as if my body is heavier and slower than it was when I came down here, he says my name, so I stop and turn toward him. “You know you’ve always been my girl, right?” I bite back my emotions. Calmly, I nod. “And no matter what, you’ll always be my girl.” Tears prick my eyes and I force a smile. “Good night, Drake.” “Good night, Isabel.”
