Isabella
I stood under the moonlight with my hands hanging down. My heart was beating like I just had a horrible nightmare. It all faded when I heard the sound of footsteps and voices behind me.
“Isabella,” Travis called and I turned to see him and Jacob walk into the garden. “Why aren’t you sitting, and why do you look like someone who had just seen a ghost?” he asked as he reached the cup of coffee out to me.
“It’s nothing,” I received the cup from him and looked at Jacob whose eyes were on me. He seemed sadder than I expected but on a second thought, he usually had a perfect understanding of when I was hurting.
“Are you alright?” He asked with caring eyes.
“Of course she is fine,” Travis looked at him and jerked. “Better than you who won’t lighten up and have a drink,” he said and
