Isabella’s POV.
I was up earlier than the sun, fixing lunch for Charles since I was going to be filling in for work that I missed yesterday.
When I was done with breakfast and food in Charles’ lunchbox, it was time to see Mekka.
The ride to Mekka’s house felt longer than usual, though it wasn’t much farther than a few streets away.
Charles sat at the back of the car, humming the tune of a cartoon he had watched as he gazed outside the window, blissfully unaware of the uneasiness that curled in my stomach.
When we arrived, the sight that greeted me was not what I expected.
The entrance was littered with waste, the front door hung slightly open and the living room that I worked so hard on the day before, was littered again with toys and candy wrappers.
I frowned, glancing at Charles
