Chapter 55: Isabelle: You Waited?

He looks up and then stands. "Hey. How's your mom?"

"What're you still doing here?" I don't mean to sound so ungrateful, but…he waited for me. Why would he do that when earlier he said he didn't know if he could forgive me?

"I was worried about you." He shoves his hands into his pockets and looks away as if he's embarrassed.

My heart melts at his admission, and the floodgates that are my tear ducts burst open. Again.

"Belle." He wraps me in his arms, and I cry on his shoulder. He strokes my hair and rubs my back. "It's okay," he whispers. "Everything's going to be okay."

I wish I believed him. But until Mom is clean and sober and Dad comes home and Grayson forgives me, nothing will be okay.

"Thanks for sticking around," I say as I reluctantly release him. There's nothing that feels as safe and perfect as being in Grayson's arms.

"How's your mom?" he repeats.

"Okay. She's got a long recovery, but she seems eager to get better."