Chapter 133

"Dad, don't overthink it. What's going on between Theodore and me has nothing to do with that," Victoria said calmly. She didn't want William to carry unnecessary worries because of her. He let out a long sigh, clearly troubled, but didn't say much more. "It's getting late. Get some rest." Victoria watched his back as he walked away, a dull ache rising in her chest. Some stuff... maybe it's just never coming back again, no matter what she does. Hannah's memory loss had wiped away her resentment. They could talk again, hang out like they used to, almost like nothing bad had ever happened. Victoria clung to this fragile peace, walking on eggshells, scared it would disappear at the slightest touch. It felt too good to be true—like a dream she was desperate not to wake from. At the Chambers' house. Isabella sat across from Davina, nodding occasionally, but her mind had clearly checked out. Ever since that day Theodore dashed off, she hadn't seen him once. She'd called, but he always had th