We both got out of the car with our things in hand. Together we walked towards the cabin to get inside once and for all.
- This cabin is yours? - Said Isabella as she entered and looked inside.
- Yes, I was coming with my mother during the holidays. - I said, placing my backpack on the sofa. I started to walk around the house, looking for anything suspicious that could put us at risk.
I expected her to stay in the living room waiting for me while I went around, but she did the complete opposite and followed me everywhere.
-How is your mother? - She whispered near me without taking her eyes off a painting. It was hanging on the second floor.
- My mother was quite similar to me both physically and in personality - I was surprised to hear myself talk so naturally about her. Especially w
