Isabella's POV.
I was still where I was, seated and resting in the hallway.
My shift would span till night time, probably around 9 in the evening and honestly, I was too weak to leave. Too weak for drama, I wanted to be alone.
Alone to think but I couldn't.
I blinked twice and I was already home with Charles watching television downstairs while I was up in my room, thinking again.
The note on the paper was still resting on the small table in my room with its bold notes and that intimidating feeling that came whenever I saw it.
I had tried to ignore it, to focus on the routines of the evening— cook, clean and put my son to sleep but the message refused to leave my mind. It felt as though it had seeped into the very air I was breathing, forcing me to think about it with every turn.
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