Isabella
I sighed, frustrated by everything going on. I looked back at Benjamin who was now sitting on a chair and staring up at me. “Mom, when do we get to see dad?” he asked.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” I replied. I returned to his side and fastened my eyes on him. I observed as his gaze dropped to the floor. “Benjamin,” I called but he wouldn't look at me.
He was sad and I can't blame him for being that way. He was in this mess because of me and Derek. I can't even imagine the trauma he was going through just seeing his parents separated.
I wish I could understand him, but I can't. I barely knew my own parents, let alone what they looked like. “Benjamin, I am sorry that I had to cut our chance of leaving the city,” I said and he shook his head.
He lifted his face to me. “I am not angry
