Isabella’s POV.
I had thought everything would go back to work the day after the incident but apparently, it worsened.
At work, with all that had happened, the line between my personal life and work had been blurred and as I walked down the hallway, everyone had their eyes on me.
I greeted the receptionist as usual, she barely hiccuped at my greetings, looking the other way as I signed my attendance for the day.
“You didn't come in yesterday,” she told me what I already knew.
“Yes. I had an emergency with my friend. She drank poison and was rushed to the—
“I'm sure she did,” she twisted her nose like I smelled of foul business.
It wasn't just her, the whispers and twisted facial expressions that seemed like they were disgusted by me started the moment I stepped into the building. Th
