C98 The Stepbrother

The morning after they returned to Portland, Sebastian woke before dawn.

Isabella found him in the kitchen, sitting at the table, a cup of coffee growing cold in his hands. His face was pale, his eyes distant, his body still.

"Sebastian." She sat across from him. "You're up early."

"Couldn't sleep."

"Neither could I." She reached for his hand. "Talk to me."

He was silent for a long moment