The girl didn’t wait for a reply. She simply turned her wheelchair and left. Isabella stood there for a few seconds, staring at the empty space she had just occupied. Her mind felt strangely blank, as if it hadn’t caught up with what had just happened.
Then slowly, the thoughts began to come. One of those? Her brows furrowed slightly. Are there… others? And what did she mean by not lasting a week?
Isabella let out a small breath and shook her head, brushing the thoughts aside. Thinking too much had never helped her before.
She turned, walked to the bed, and sat down before lying back slowly. The mattress was soft and it felt unfamiliar beneath her body. Her eyes stared at the ceiling.
“Why should I even care?” she murmured under her breath. If she was kicked out… wouldn’t that actually
