Isabella.
I felt a striking pain in my chest, I feared that Salvador was telling the truth but I didn’t want to hear it from Derek. I folded the letter and handed it back to him. “I don’t know what this is, so just take it,” I said while fighting the tears that were about to roll down my eyes. “This isn’t important.”
“Yes it is,” Derek replied. He would not take the paper from me. “He was telling the truth, Isabella. He warned me that you were in danger but I refused to come back. I told him that I will not help because you are no longer my problem.”
My stomach knotted at his statement. I held my breath, my eyes burning with grief. I feared that this moment would come and I tried to avoid it with everything in me but he still said it.
I knew he was trying to tell me to give up on him a
