Isabella
The next morning, I woke to music, but not just any type of music. Soft music to be precise.
For a moment, still half asleep, I frowned slightly against the pillow as the melody drifted faintly through the room. It was slow, familiar and painfully nostalgic.
Our song. My chest tightened instantly as I recognized it.
William used to play it constantly during the first year of our marriage. On quieter nights, he would pull me into his arms in the middle of the living room and sway with me slowly while the lights stayed dim around us.
Back then, I used to think moments like that meant he loved me, now I wondered if he had simply been lonely.
I opened my eyes fully and stared at the ceiling for a second before slowly sitting up.
The room was brighter than usual, sunlight spi
