It had almost been a dreadful six months since I had last seen Isabella. There were multiple times I wanted to give up my charade, but I never did. The last few days have been difficult. I sense her pain getting worse as the days went on. For nights on end, I would lose sleep over her. I was distracted by my every day-to-day routine; I couldn’t even think straight. It was not far-fetched to assume mom knew anything, so I quickly made my way to her home. I was outside of my mom’s house when I heard her mention her name. My ears perked up as I rushed inside. She had just been getting off the phone.
“Hey mom,” I walked into the living room, trying to act as casual as possible. “Isabella? Is she visiting again?” I tried to probe a conversation. I pressed my lips together, hoping not to give a
