Isabella Martini - POV
"You don't recognize me?" the woman asked me with an arched eyebrow while I shook my head. But deep down, I have this sense of deja vu as if I have seen her before.
"She does look familiar," Rose said when I took a closer look at her. She had the same grey eyes as Arlo's, and most of her features looked eerily familiar when my eyes widened in shock.
"You are Audrey?" I asked her, and she nodded her head as a smile broke out on her face.
"Let's go inside and talk over a cup of coffee," she said as she led us all inside. Once we were in the kitchen, she placed a mug of coffee in front of me and explained everything. "It's so nice to meet you, and I am glad you are safe, Isabella."
"Me too," I told her when I felt Arlo's hand around my shoulder, but he was eerily quiet for the entire conversation.