It was Roland.

Surprised, Isabel answered the phone immediately and asked, “Where are you?”

“I’m in Southboro,” Roland answered with a hoarse voice, seemingly hesitating with the answer.

Isabel’s chest tightened. “When did you go back?”

“I reached Southboro yesterday morning.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

He did not say a word.

Isabel ran out of patience. She asked, “Why did you go back to Southboro?”

The man still did not answer.

Isabel glanced at the screen of her phone. The call was still connected, Roland did not hang up on her.

She snorted. “Is it because of my dad?”

“It’s not about Mr. Carter, it’s my own decision,” he said.

His own decision?

say something like this to

raised her hand to rub her eyes and then asked, “So, are you breaking up with

we have to

while? What

tell

if you don’t tell me, you’re breaking up

no. I’m not…”

Let me ask you. How long is ‘a while’? A week? Two weeks? A month? Two months? Or half

after a momentary silence, “I don’t know, but I’ll try my

furrowed. “You don’t know? So does it mean I have to wait for you if

it won’t take that

if it’s that long?”

“If it really takes me that long and I still haven’t come back to you, then…forget about

a giant hand clenched onto her

her voice and scolded, “Roland, you jerk!

after she yelled on the phone.

blacklisted his number and

completely, her phone screen

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