After handling Sebastian’s funeral arrangements, I finally remembered Isabella.
The day she attempted murder with her car, she was arrested on the spot. The trial was swift, and she was sentenced immediately. Now, she was locked away in prison.
I figured I should pay her a visit.
As one of her victims, I had the right to see her. So, I sat in the visitation room, watching as Isabella was led out in handcuffs by the guards.
She looked even worse than I had anticipated. The once-pristine woman, always dressed to perfection, was now swallowed by an oversized prison uniform. Her once-flawless complexion was dull and lifeless, and her carefully styled hair had turned into a brittle, tangled mess.
The moment she saw me, her entire demeanor changed. She slammed her hands against the glass, e
