As the first light of dawn filters through the curtains, Isabella slowly wakes up, still snuggled in Vincent's arms.
The warmth of their shared affection lingers, but a nagging feeling forced her to reach for her phone. Her heart sinks as she sees a barrage of missed calls from Timothy, accompanied by a string of urgent text messages.
With trembling hands, she opens the most recent message: "Isabella, your sister is in the hospital. Please call me back."
A Surge of panic booms over her, instantly letting go of the offcuts of the night's passion. She gently removes herself from Vincent's grip, her mind racing with worry and fear.
The joy and connection they had shared now seemed like an aloof memory, overshadowed by the urgent reality of her sister's condition.
Isabella's fingers fumbl
