Isabel’s POV
I stand in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for tonight’s dinner.
I’ll be making dinner tonight, I say, feeling the excitement rush through me.
The rhythmic sound of the knife hitting the cutting board calming me, yet my mind is far from at ease. Thoughts of my parents’ strange behavior kept swirling around in my head.
Urgh! I take a deep sigh.
Letting the thoughts out.
It’s been two months since my divorce, and I can’t help but wonder how Alexander is doing? I miss those days when we made plans on having dinner together.
I don’t eat dinner till he gets home, so we can have it together. I chuckle slightly.
‘Why am I smiling so sheepishly?’ I thought to myself, slightly slapping my face with my hand. ‘You have to stop thinking about Alexander, he’s in the past now.’
