Isabella’s POV
One Month Later – Texas
The air smelled different here. Fresher. Wetter after a rainfall, drier on sunny days—but always rich with earth and promise. It has been a month since I moved to Texas. Since I dropped my old life like a suitcase full of rotting memories and ran—straight into something new. Something simple.
Or so I thought.
Agnes stayed with me for two weeks, helping me settle into the modest but charming apartment in the busiest parts of a sleepy little town. The day she left was bittersweet—Jordan had finally flown to Texas and pulled her into his arms like a man desperate not to lose his second chance.
She patched things up, kissed me on the cheek, and promised to FaceTime every weekend.
I was alone now. But it didn’t feel like abandonment.
It felt like
