CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Taylor
"To talk to Isabel," I tell him. "Or at least to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid."
He doesn't stop me, and as I walk out the door, I see him sink onto the couch, his face buried in his hands. My heart trembles in guilt at the sight, but that doesn't stop my own hurt and anger. All those years of suffering that I went through, they haven't vanished at the sight of him. My life became so hard, and there was nobody to pick me up in my worst moments. Even back at the camp, there was one problem after the other. There were times I was close to giving up.
He should have been there!
Even knowing that my dad was alive would have been enough for me to be able to work through every hurdle life threw my way. I stand outside the door for a few minutes, trying to process my own feelings. I'm so happy that he's okay, but I feel like a different person, like I'm not the same person I was when he left.