“Isabella breathe.”
An unfamiliar voice drifted through my ear drums. Pulling me slowly from my unconscious state.
“Come back to me, Isabella.”
There it was again. Back to you? I thought. From where? Where was I? Who was speaking to me? Why could I only see the darkness? I willed for my eyes to open but they were so heavy, like they were weighted down and immediately they were forced shut. The more I tried to connect with my body, the worse I began to feel. Pain began to pulse through my stomach. I wanted to wake up but as I did, I was faced with the pain that I felt before I collapsed after I fled the ranch. Then I remembered Rhonda shot the gun. Had I been shot?
“Isabella, please, my sweet girl. Wake up.” The soothing male voice lulled me further until I eventually opened my eyes
