SHATTERED AGAIN

ISABELLA 

It was the next day when I finally stepped out of my room. My legs felt like they carried the weight of everything I had buried deep in rage, guilt, heartbreak, and confusion. 

I hadn't left that room in what felt like years, though it had barely been a day. Just one night of silence, of pacing, of screaming into pillows and staring at the ceiling like it could offer me answers.

I needed to breathe again.

No phone. No clue what the hell I was supposed to do next.

I rubbed my temples as I wandered down the hallway, hoping and praying that someone, anyone, had a damn phone I could use. 

I didn't care if it was a burner. I just wanted to know if Camilla was okay. If Lorenzo was still seething. If the world was burning without me in it.

But the second I stepped into the living room, my breath caught.