IZABELLA
I shut the door to my room behind me as I exited it, and moved to start down the hallway and downstairs to the kitchen, but not before pausing to stare at Ignazio’s door for a long moment.
It was right next to mine.
I ran my tongue over my teeth and kept going, all the while toying with the same idea that’d taken root in my head last night.
Did he move me closer to his room after the fire intentionally?
But I couldn’t wrap my head around why he would see it as something he needed to do. Honestly, it could all just be a coincidence and I was just massively overthinking.
But at the same time there were a dozen other rooms in the house, so what exactly were the odds that he chose the room right next to his? I mulled over the idea for a few more minutes until I drew close
