Isabella's P.O.V.
Everyone was waiting for me to speak first. They were scared to even breathe too loudly, worrying that I might explode at even the slightest movement around me; they looked at me like I was a ticking time bomb.
Bloody Hell!
I hate this feeling, I always have. When someone tries so hard to act normal that they end up making it obvious, but the truth is they are affected by whatever happened and now want to know what the outcome was.
I was still standing in the exact spot where the boys left me, not knowing what to do or where to sit in my own house. Rose entered the room and I knew she was walking toward me, from how the fragrance of freshly brewed coffee enveloped me. She halted right beside me and guided the mug filled with coffee towards me. I gave her a nod and
