Isabella’s POV.
A look at the nurse, and I could tell she was serious. Their petty gossip wasn't a joke.
That's Esam's ex.
The grip on my hand loosened, my lips and throat dried at the same time, and somehow, moving my body felt impossible.
“Hello.”
“Hello.”
Mekka, I didn't realise, had picked up the call on her end. Her voice was what brought me back to reality. I snapped back when she called my name.
“Isabella, are you there?”
“Yes!” I fumbled with the phone. It slid from my palm, almost crashing into the ground, saved by my fast reflexes.
“I'm here.’
“Mommy!” Charles came to the phone. “Mommy, Aunt Mekka made some spaghetti, it's great, and I love it. You should get her recipe.”
Kids said the darnest things. I remember handing him the same spaghetti off the table a day before
