Antonio's POV
I make my way home my mind drifting towards the beautiful deer that I am hopeful is waiting for me at home, forgetting that I almost killed her father. I hope she listened today and didn't go to work, I am in no mood to punish her. On my way to my room to wash the blook of my hands, her voice graces my ears. I turned my head to the side trying to find the direction of her voice. Maggie's room, figures, I walked quietly to the door and heard her sniffle before continuing to talk about her mother and sister. I leaned in as I tried to listen in to their conversation. Isabella pouring her heart out and letting her pain be shared pulled on my conscious. I was desperate to hear more of her words, I wanted to know her troubles and be the one to soother. When will open up to me the
