Isabella’s point of view
One Year Later
The world didn’t stop for me, it didn’t pause, break or shatter the way I thought it would after everything that happened. It just…..kept moving, the sun still rose. Things were still normal, though the trauma remains.
But somehow, I was still here breathing, living and surviving.
“Mama….”
His soft, clumsy voice pulled my attention instantly. I turned just in time to see him wobbling towards me, his legs unsteady, his arms stretched out like he was afraid the ground might disappear beneath him.
A small smile tugged at my lips despite everything.
“You are getting better at that,” I said gently, clapping my hands.
He let out a proud little sound as he reached me, immediately grabbing onto my dress for balance. His fingers curled tightly
