Isabella’s POV.
As I walked away from Esam's car, I wasn't sure how I managed to keep going with my wobbly knees.
He had just kissed me.
Esam freaking kissed me.
I wasn't a teenager and I was not supposed to be so excited about it but my cheeks were burning from the way I felt.
Esam had just kissed me.
Wow!
I didn't know if I was to feel the excitement for long or if I could allow the glint of disgust that he shared the same lips he did with May with me.
Regardless, when I heard a scream from inside Mekka's house, I blocked all my thoughts and rushed in.
The house was eerily quiet when I pushed open the front door, my heart already uneasy. Normally, the laughter of children or the hum of Mekka’s conversations would greet me, but today, just like the day before, there was nothing.
