AT THE SAME DAY
ISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW:
The afternoon sun bathed the streets in a warm, golden light as Xavier and I walked out of the grocery store. The air was crisp, the kind of weather that makes you want to linger outside just a little longer. I clutched the paper bag in my arms, glancing at Xavier as he adjusted the strap of the reusable bag slung over his shoulder.
"You know." I said with a small smile. "You’re surprisingly good at picking vegetables. I thought for sure you’d mix up cilantro and parsley."
He rolled his eyes, smirking.
"I have some basic skills, Isabella. Give me a little credit."He laughed a bit.
I laughed softly, the sound blending with the hum of the street. It felt good to laugh, to have this sliver of normalcy after everything that had happened. But the
