IZABELLA
After everything happened yesterday, our trip was cut short.
We packed up and boarded the plane heading back to the States just hours later.
I ended up not getting any rest last night and battling sleep as we boarded the plane and took off, exhaustion weighing on my shoulders. Sitting with my feet tucked under me, I swiped through my phone, particularly my messages, where I saw a text from Violet asking me for a picture of a dress I took from a*****e a while ago.
I remembered keeping it in my favorites folder and checked there, and I was right, but the picture wasn’t the only thing there that caught my attention. Right on top were photos and videos of Xavier that I never got around to deleting.
A part of me wanted to just move everything to my bin, but like I was in a tr
