Isabella bolted upright from the bed, her heart pounding so loudly that it felt like it was going to burst from her chest. The world around her seemed to spin as she fumbled to gather her belongings, her mind racing with a chaotic mix of fear, guilt, and urgency. She couldn’t think straight; all she knew was that she had to get to her father. Nothing else mattered.
She threw her bags together haphazardly, not caring if she left anything behind. Her hands shook as she zipped up her suitcase, and she slung her purse over her shoulder, nearly tripping over herself in her haste to leave. As she yanked the door open, she nearly collided with Sofia, who was standing there, her face a mask of concern.
"Isabella, what’s going on? Where are you going?" Sofia asked, reaching out to grab her arm.
