Vincent walked into Isabella standing in front of a teacup.
“Do you know that man?” He asked as he walked into the kitchen.
He wondered how long it took her to make just a cup of tea if she wasn't hiding from him or Timothy.
“How long to make a cup of tea? Why? Aren't you going to come out anytime soon?”
“It is almost ready,” she said with her back to Vincent. He couldn't tell if she was hiding something.
“Look at me,” he said. “I need to ask you some questions.”
Slowly she turned, and then she nodded her head in agreement.
“Okay”
For a moment he was quiet, looking straight into her eyes, trying to figure out if she was anxious, scared, or anything he could figure out.
“Do you know each other?” he asked again. This time his voice had deepened, and his face was straight. He was
