Isabel’s POV
I booked a bolt to Canyonville to see my parents.
The drive to canyonville always felt like a journey back in time, each mile taking me closer to the life I’d left behind.
As we drive into the familiar gravel road leading to my parents’ house, I can’t help but feel the weight of everything that has happened.
My divorce from Alexander was still fresh, the pain sharp and unrelenting, like a wound that refused to heal.
I thought to myself, how am I going to face my parents?
They had put so much effort into making my life better, they made sure I lacked nothing, even though we weren’t rich.
They hustled day and night, to see that I never lacked, and made sure I attended one of the best high schools in LA. I made them proud by getting a scholarship to continue my university
