Before they could talk further, I snatched the phone from her.
“You are not meeting up with him until he tells us where he got your number from! And I don't think he is back for any good!” I snapped, the phone clenched in my palm as I stared at Ella, who was feeling so emotional. Her eyes filled with longing and uncertainty.
“Does it matter?"She whispered, "I..." I just want to meet him…I grew fond of him before he—"
"I understand, but we can't fall into another trap. We can't make another mistake we’ll regret."
She sighed and slumped onto the couch. "Are you saying my father is a trap? Is meeting him a mistake? Why would he want to hurt me?"
“I understand you, but…we can't fall into any other trap again. We can't make another mistake, which we will regret.”
She sighed, slumping on t
