Isabella woke up in the hotel room, the first rays of sunlight filtering through the heavy curtains. She blinked, the unfamiliar ceiling reminding her of where she was. Her thoughts were muddled, swirling with the events of the past few days. The luxurious sheets felt too soft, too comforting for the turmoil inside her. She knew the day ahead would be one of the hardest she’d ever faced.
Her phone vibrated incessantly on the nightstand. She didn’t need to look to know who it was. Dominic. He had been trying to reach her since last night, probably worried out of his mind. But Isabella couldn’t bear to talk to him, not now. She reached over and flipped the phone screen down, muting the noise but not the weight of the situation pressing down on her.
How could she possibly stand beside Sofia
