The Next Day.
Isabelle.
I was seated on my sofa, helping myself to my boots when my phone buzzed beside me. I glanced at the screen and fresh tears welled up instantly in my eyes. I intentionally let it ring for a while before swiping the answer button and putting the phone on speaker.
“Morning, Mom!” I said, forcing brightness into my voice as I pulled on my other boot.
“You sound sleepy, my bride-to-be.” Her happy voice came through, then in a low whisper. “Or are you still cuddling with Dave?”
I let out a quiet sigh as I sat up, which helped me push back the tears in my eyes a bit. Maybe Sage was right. But how could I tell her when her health isn't the best right now?
“Mom, I’m getting ready for work.”
“Oh, my love. I thought you were with your fiancé. But t
