Isabella had been silent all along, staring at the sequence of events in utter disbelief. It appeared as if Tyler had somehow already determined the future. He had a counter and remedy ready for every problem, a retaliation and retort planned for every attack.
Was the young man really her childhood friend? He didn't exhibit the traits of the teenager she recalled, nor did he have the airs of someone who served a three-year sentence at the dangerous Montserrat Prison. If Isabella had suffered the trials that the Grant family had, she would have spiraled into depression. Instead, Tyler was composed and well-sorted, as if prison empowered and nurtured him.
Last night, Isabella was at the lowest point of her life, about to be molested and r***d. She was scared to death that Connor Bailey wou
