Zara's scowl only deepened as she watched Isaac approach her.
"I've been waiting for you," he said with a faint smile. "Come on. Get in the car. I came to take you home."
Zara took a step back, her expression cold. "I'm not going anywhere with you. I told you already—I have plans tonight. I'll have dinner with you some other day."
Isaac nodded as if understanding her. "Alright, fine. Another day for dinner. I won't push. But I do want to talk. Let's grab a coffee somewhere close."
Zara almost laughed. Her father, asking her out for coffee like things had been normal between them.
She couldn't even remember the last time he had spoken to her kindly. That version of him had vanished the moment Lina and Jaxon entered their lives. From that point on, she and Nora had been invisible, treated like leftovers from a life he no longer valued.
And now?
He was polite, almost pleasant. But she knew better. Isaac was acting nicely for his selfish reasons.
