More than I came for

Isabel’s POV

I park neatly in the hospital lot, fingers curling around my key as I press the lock. The doors beep behind me, a final sound sealing everything in. I straighten my blouse, brush a crease from my pants, and start walking through the lot. My heels click against the ground with a steady rhythm, but my thoughts are scattered.

Why did Roy insist I come here?

He said Aria called him earlier, said she was at the hospital and needed him to come. And since he couldn’t make it, he pleaded—literally pleaded—with me to step in for him. Said Aria might really be sick or something. I didn’t think much of it at the time. After all, I had just left the police station after visiting James and figured maybe this would make up for the time I’ve avoided Aria. So here I am.

Still, I can’t help but wonder… why now? Why call Roy all of a sudden?

I know they’ve been friends for years, but after everything—after all the silence and tension—why reach out to him now of all