Isabella’s phone kept buzzing on the table, nonstop, like Natalie was determined to call her into submission. By the fourth call, Isabella finally gave in and picked up, knowing if she ignored it any longer, she’d just get an earful from Jordan later, and probably another fake concern act from Natalie.
“Hello,” Isabella said, her voice flat, not bothering with any pleasantries. She waited for Natalie to launch into whatever she had to say.
“Isabella, where are you right now?” Natalie’s tone was soft, syrupy sweet, just the way she always sounded in front of others. Everyone saw Natalie as gentle and fragile, the kind of woman men instinctively wanted to protect. Isabella sometimes wondered how one person could be such a convincing actress, fooling both Ethan and Jordan so completely.
“I’m at the beach,” Isabella replied, keeping her answer short.
“Ethan is sick, did you know that? And you’re out at the beach? You need to come home and take care of him. He’s running a fever and has a headache. The family doctor just got here.”


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