I S A B E L L A
The house is silent as we make our way upstairs. The exhaustion in Angelo's posture is evident; he doesn’t even have to say a word for me to know. I feel it too, lingering in my bones, making every step feel heavier. He needs to rest, we both do.
Once we're inside the bedroom, he exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. As he walks in front of the bed.
"You must be exhausted..." I say softly, watching him.
He doesn't answer right away. Instead, he walks to the dresser, pulling off his watch and setting it down with more force than necessary.
I step closer, a little cautiously. "Why don't we take a shower?" I ask him, figuring that it might help get his mind off things.
Angelo pauses, his back still to me. I see the tension in his shoulders, the way he's carr
