It felt strange to be in a new apartment of her own. She lay in her bed staring at the ceiling, wondering what Isaias was doing.
As if he knew she was thinking of him, her phone rang, and she stared at it panic-stricken. On the fifth ring she answered it. “Hello?”
“Hi Liesl. Were you sleeping? I didn’t wake you, did I?” His warm voice was soft and comforting.
“No. I was just laying here.”
The truth rang between them at her admission.
“Are you avoiding me?” he asked quietly.
“No.” She denied and then whispered, “yes.”
“Why, sweetheart. Did I do something wrong?”
“No. I did.”
He was quiet for several seconds. “Did you get back with Merlin?”
“No!” she almost shrieked the answer. “Are you crazy? No, I didn’t get back with Merlin. What is wrong with you?”
“Wel
