THE NEXT DAY
XAVIER'S POINT OF VIEW:
The next day dawned bright, but I couldn’t shake the knot in my stomach. Isabella was finally going home, and I was the one driving her. It should have been a relief, but there was an edge to the moment that I couldn’t ignore. Isabella sat quietly in the passenger seat, her hands folded in her lap. She seemed to be worried but I knew it was because we meeting Rosa today. It was clear that she got nervous about it. When we pulled up to her house, I saw the cars parked out front. Zavier’s, of course. John’s. And one I didn’t recognize.
"Looks like everyone’s here." I said, glancing at Isabella.
"Yeah. Everyone."She said.
I grabbed her bag from the backseat and followed her inside. The house was warm, the kind of warmth that comes from people who care
