"... bella?"
"Isabella? Are you listening?"
My eyes blinked as my thoughts returned to the present, making me realize that I had just drifted into my own past. When I became aware, I was still by the window, my hand cupping my cheek as I stared blankly at the street.
But now, my gaze refocused, and as I snapped back, Alaric had already stepped down from the coach and was now standing beside the window, trying to get my attention.
"What did you want to say?" I responded to Alaric as calmly as possible, trying not to let on that I had just remembered an unpleasant event from the past, so as not to worry him.
Alaric looked at me for a moment, trying to find answers from reading my facial expression, before he finally gave up because I was trying my hardest to keep my face calm and expre
