Needless to say Johnathon was in a bit of a black mood when he returned, scowling heavily and stomping to the front door as Isabelle opened the door feeling a bit trepidatious. He glared, not even bothering to wipe the mud from his boots due to the heavy rain outside and trailed muddy footprints everywhere as he walked into the living room and plopped on the couch, Isabelle wincing from the mess but wisely holding her tongue lest she goad him into an even worse temper than the one he already was in.
"No sign of her" he glared and she sat down, twisting her hands and looking nervous.
"I don't know where else she would have gone" Isabelle said timidly and Johnathon cursed, running a hand through his damp hair impatiently.
"You could still marry Stephanie" she offered and bit her lip wh
