She hung up, looked at me with finality, and picked up her coat.
"Who is Julian?" I asked, my voice trembling with a new, terrifying kind of dread.
Isabelle looked at me, her eyes filled with a peace that terrified me far more than her anger ever could. "The man who held my hand while I was in the recovery room on day four," she said quietly. "The doctor who saved my life while you were in Rome."
