"Hello, brother," Yvette said casually.
"What the hell is going on here?" Howard asked.
Isabel felt his arms tighten protectively around her as he spoke, and she leaned into him—relaxing against the support of his chest.
"And what the f**k is wrong with my wife?" he asked. "She's covered in blood and barely conscious. Look at her!"
"Howard, take a deep breath," Yvette said, her voice calm and even. "And please, remember, don't shoot the messenger."
"Out with it," he shouted.
"Isabel and Noah were trying to elope," she said. She turned and pointed to Noah, collapsed on the tarmac. "See, he's over there."
Howard's armed tightened again, pulling her painfully close. His entire body was rigid with tension and anger, and his chest heaved against her.
"No,
