CHAPTER 23
Isabella sat in front of her laptop, staring at the blank screen for what felt like an eternity. She had lost all interest in writing. Real-life problems had drained too much of her energy. She bit her lip, massaged her head now and then, or sipped on the iced coffee in her tumbler that she had intentionally placed beside her laptop, but none of it sparked any ideas for the next chapter. With a sigh, Isabella picked up her phone and scrolled through social media to break the monotony. Then, out of nowhere, a profile popped up on her i********: explore page.
It was an anonymous account showcasing nighttime views of New York. There was a bridge in the photo, and it looked like some people were celebrating a birthday party.
At first, Isabella didn't think much of the picture; it
