Isabella’s POV
Ethan…I’m sorry.
I needed to find him.
Ethan…why can’t you just tell the truth?
I needed to see him.
Ethan, where’s my father? What happened to Mom? Do you know? Did you have something to do with it?
My feet felt heavy as I dragged them across the cold floor of the hospital room. Pain echoed with every step, and my vision blurred ever so often as the room spun. As I dragged myself forward, I had to press my hand against the wall to maintain my balance.
I needed…Ethan.
I needed to know…
“Miss Isabella?”
I needed to know…
Are you trying to protect me, or atoning?
“Ethan…” I gasped as my muscles seized painfully. I lost the strength in my legs, and the room tilted. Strong arms banded around me before I could hit the ground.
“I need a doctor!” someone called.
I struggled to move, but the arms gripping me were like shackles.
“Let go!”
“Miss Isabella—”
“Ethan…”