She glanced over. “What?” “That you climbed into bed for two days in a hotel after that music festival?” Oh, that. Isabelle was close to her sisters. There were no secrets. Until a few months ago. When she’d started feeling bad, she started with small lies, the ones about needing to work late, for instance. And even now, with it all out on the table, she still kept things from them sometimes. Especially Emma. Emma knew that she got sore and tired and that she needed a night off here and there. She knew about the knitting. She knew about the medications. But she didn’t know that Isabelle occasionally hid away. It would have hurt her sister and worried her even more that Isabelle felt the need to get away from her sometimes. “I haven’t told anyone about that stuff but you,” she finally confessed to Shane. “I’m trying to figure it all out myself.” “Does Conner know about any of it?” She glanced at him sharply. “No. And I’ve told the girls that they’re not allowed to tell him.
