IZABELLA
The low purr of a car engine broke me out of my trance.
Clad in silk nightwear, I sketched the unruly edges of a black rose as I laid on my stomach in my bedroom.
I was sketching at least, but that was before curiosity once again got the best of me, and I was getting up and walking to my bedroom window.
My fingers pressed against the glass as I rose on my tiptoes and leaned closer, trying to get a clearer view of Ignazio as he stepped out of the driver’s side of his Audi. The vehicle locked itself automatically as he stepped away from it, and I watched him stroll towards the house.
As always, I wondered why he was here.
A glance at the clock told me it was past 11pm.
It was his house, but his presence here was odd.
I stepped back, letting my hands fall.
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