My heart crawls into my throat. “Where is Isla?” “She’s right there,” my mother smiles, pointing to the other side of the room where Isla is curled up on a couch. “She hasn’t left since we got here.” Goddamn. I can’t even stop it as tears fill my eyes. My heart swells in my chest and a lump forms in my throat as I stare at her small form sleeping peacefully. She saw the entire accident happen and she’s still here. I never would have expected her to stay by my side this entire time, but that’s Isla Whitley. She’s a ride or die type of girl. My girl.
