Sitting in silence, my hand firmly on the steering wheel. Contemplating what to say. I expected the truth from her, no secrets. But how could I tell her this?
It’s a death sentence.
“Isaac, what did he want?” She took my hand, peeling my finger from the wheel and forced me to meet her gaze.
“You first,” I said, knowing all too well she kept things from me.
Her gaze narrowed and she released my hand. “There is something wrong with me, but he wouldn’t tell it before he knew for sure.”
My brows knitted and fear crawled under my skin. “What do you mean?”
She bit her bottom lip and struggled with her breath. “The heat, it destroyed more than my mind.”
I gulped, edging closer, hating that we were still in this car. Raking my arms around her, I hauled her up, settling her on my lap.
“Everything,” I whispered.