It was a relief to admit it.
Isabel had put it off for so long. She hadn’t even been able to admit it the last time she’d spoken to him. The words wound around her throat, choking her.
They still choked her whenever anyone said his name or asked if she’d heard from him. They were like thorns, constantly digging into her.
Then the morning came. She saw him across the river and ran to meet him and then his arms were wrapped around her.
She finally admitted to herself that she was in love with him. And she could breathe.