Vincent returned home late, feeling exhausted and worn out. He was surprised to find Isabella still awake, sitting quietly on the couch with a book.
"Hey, you're still up?" Vincent asked, his voice tinged with fatigue.
Isabella looked up, her eyes observing him with worry. "Yeah, I couldn't sleep."
He sighed and sat down next to her, "What is it?"
Isabella took a moment, choosing her words carefully. "I wasn’t feeling comfortable. I mean it is a new place, and I am here by myself."
Her words rose with concern “So who do you sleep with in the apartment you moved into before now? Timothy?” He turned to her.
Reading the expression on her face, he immediately regretted his words. He didn’t think hard enough before asking such.
He reached out, placing his hand gently on hers. "I mean, we
