Natasha POV
Though she stood with her back straight and her expression stoic, I could feel the grief that Isabella was trying so hard to hide and it broke my heart. Drake could feel it too. He’d tried to offer her comfort, but she’d turned away from him and closed herself off. It was her habit to hide what she was feeling. She’d learned at a very young age that emotion was weakness and that people used those weaknesses to gain power over you. It still wasn’t clear where and how she’d learned that lesson, but the more I learned of her past, the more it made sense.
“They helped you?” I asked after a long silence.
She glanced back at me. “Si. I bump into him outside restaurant. He guess I had trouble. I tell him I escape, and he bring me inside. His mama give me food from her kitchen for
