I'm in NY. When can I see you? I read the text i had just gotten. The number wasn't in my contacts, so I just decided to ignore it. It probably wasn't even for me.
"Mommy!" I heard Isabella's sweet voice and I rushed to her room. She was on her bed, where I'd left her, crying.
I sat next to her and tried to calm her down, it had probably just been a nightmare. I got her some milk and she fell asleep while drinking it.
I smoothed her blonde hair and sighed. God, was she beautiful... She was just like him.
Every single time I looked at Isabella, I saw Luke, and that ruined the whole thing.
