• sobbing in the storm •
ERIK
Isabel sits in the backseat quietly.
She has not said a word since I bailed her out. She stares out the window, probably lost in her own thoughts.
I don't know what to tell her. I don't know how to start a conversation. I have a lot to tell her but I don't know where to start. Should I tell her that I know the truth about our baby? That I know Harvey hurt her? That I know her brother is Alex?
"Where are you taking me?" She asks quietly.
"I was thinking of taking you to your house but I heard you're living with Harvey's first wife and two sons. I'm sure there's a lot of tension. That doesn't sound like a conducive environment for you and the baby."
I pause for a brief moment, a little nervous of what I'm about to say next.
"I'm taking you to my house."
