ISABELLA
Sophia just arrived as I was about to leave our parents’ home. Her face lighting up the moment she saw me.
“Bella! You’re here. I was hoping—”
“I can’t stay,” I said, brushing past her.
Her smile faltered. “At least stay for dinner. Please. You haven’t eaten with us in a long time—“
“I have things to do.”
“Bella—”
“I said no.”
The words came out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t take them back. I couldn’t. Not tonight.
Sophia’s expression softened with worry. “You’re upset.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re lying. I know Adrian’s not found yet but I want you to know that I am here for you. If you ever want to talk…”
I didn’t answer.
She reached for my arm, but I stepped away. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Bella—”
But I was already walking out the door.
**
The drive home felt
