143. FELIX YEATS (POV)

The light in the room is warm, diffuse, like it knows that any brighter glow would be too much for her. The bed in the center looks bigger than before. Far too empty, even with her there. Isabelle is lying down, the sheet pulled up to her waist. Her hair spreads across the pillow in loose waves, but...

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