The next morning, Isabella woke up tired but with a smile. She was still thinking about the previous with her ex fiance, Dante. His familiar voice, the comfort of his presence, and the warmth in his smile. It was like finding a long forgotten part of herself again, a part list when everything became swallowed by blood and betrayal.
She washed her face in the bathroom, grateful that there was no sign of a hangover despite the many shots of alcohol. She went into the kitchen to prepare a cup of tea for herself, and that was when the peace of the morning was rudely interrupted. At first it was a normal knock, then it became impatient and rude.
She stood there in stunned silence before another aggressive knock followed. She didn't even need to look into the peephole as she approached the doo
