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stepped so close to her, his fury palpable. What was Jason really capable of? What was Jason hiding?
There were footsteps in the hall. Emily froze. She heard someone breathing. Then a shadow appeared in
the
doorway. Emily started to tremble. “H-hello?” she croaked.
Isaac emerged into the light. He wore a white caterer’s suit and black shoes—Emily supposed his father
was
making him work tonight, now that he didn’t have a date. She shrank back, her heart beating hard.
“I thought I saw you come up here,” he said.
Emily glanced at the ledger again—it was hard to switch gears, from Jason to Isaac. She lowered her
head,
unable to meet his gaze. Everything they’d said to each other the night before whooshed through her
head,
way too present.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to be up here,” Isaac said. “My dad said this hall is for employees only.”
“I was just leaving,” Emily mumbled, starting for the door.
“Wait.” Isaac perched on the arm of the dusty leather couch. A few quiet seconds passed. He sighed.
“The
picture you told me about, the one with your face cut out? I found it last night. In the junk drawer in the
kitchen. And…and I confronted my mom. She lost it.”
Emily’s mouth dropped open; she could barely believe her ears. Isaac leapt from the arm of the couch
and
knelt by Emily’s side. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I’m a jerk—and now I’ve probably lost you. Can you
ever
forgive me?”
Emily bit the inside of her cheek. She knew she should feel good right now—or at least justified—but
instead,
she felt even worse. It would be so easy to tell Isaac it was fine. They were fine. But what he’d done
yesterday stung. He hadn’t even considered believing her. He’d immediately jumped to conclusions,
certain