Isabelle's POV

August was fast asleep, sprawled awkwardly across Caesar's couch, still wearing yesterday's clothes.

The moment he left the house, I'd known he was going to do something. Karen had tried to comfort me, but I didn't want to talk about it. I simply waited. I hadn't even taken a sleeping pill, but the hours crawled by. I kept imagining he wasn't coming home. That he'd gone to his other apartment, probably with someone. Maybe even Juliana.

One painful thought after another ate a