The moment they stepped through the door of their shared apartment, Isabelle went straight to the bathroom without saying a word. The soft sound of running water filled the quiet room as she leaned over the sink, her hands trembling slightly under the stream.
Rayleigh lingered in the doorway for a moment, watching the way Isabelle's shoulders trembled, not from cold, but from the heavy weight of the day. The news of Kritsana's death had struck something deep within her, stirring a mix of emotions that words couldn't quite capture.
For years, Kritsana had been her tormentor, a stalker who turned obsession into cruelty. He had followed her, threatened her, and even managed to hurt Rayleigh once, leaving a scar that took months to heal. Isabelle had blamed herself for that injury, tormented by the thought that Rayleigh's pain and lost time in the operating room were somehow her fault.
