I S A B E L L A
There’s a brief silence, and when my mother speaks again, her voice is delicate, almost apologetic.
“We knew we would find you there... and we wanted to give you some space. We knew you were upset.”
Her explanation is simple, and surprisingly, I understand it. “It’s fine,” I say, surprising myself. The truth is, I’m exhausted from being upset all the time. “How long until you get here?” I glance over at Angelo, finding his eyes on me, watching me closely, as if he’s curious about every word I’m saying.
“Ten minutes or so,” my mom answers, and I nod, a sense of relief washing over me.
“Okay, I’ll see you soon,” I say softly, and with that, I hang up the phone and turn back toward Angelo.
“They’ll be here in ten minutes,” I inform him, and he gives me a small nod, his e
