For her part, Summer was surprised as well; it was clear that castle servants had been in her rooms, freshening them up from her long self-imposed confinement. Even the fireplace had been cleaned. Advancing slowly into the space, she rested her hand on the back of one of the chairs, bringing her other hand to her mouth. Turning back to Isaac, her eyes shimmered with tears.
“They’re so kind to me here,” she said, voice shaking.
Isaac stilled then, feeling his stomach plummet with disappointment, knowing that the conversation that he’d been so desperate to shove aside and forget was once again making itself known. For as much as she appeared to hate it here, part of Isaac feared that she liked it too, and no matter the outcome, one of them might end up with their heart getting broken.
“You deserve it,” was all he said in response, his expression growing troubled as he moved to pull her chair out for her, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.
Summer put her hand over his, hearing his voice change and seeing his face fall. “What? What is it? Did I do something wrong?”