The ringing of the doorbell stirred Isabella from her nightmarish daydream. She tiptoed to the door, opening it just enough to see out. Over the stair railing, she could see Wyatt, who now had on a shirt, walking toward the door. As he opened the front door, he motioned with his hand for a nice-looking healthy, fit man to come in.
"Hi, Dave, come on in. Coffee's fresh and hot, just like you like it," Wyatt said in greeting.
"Good! I can use a cup."
Dave laughed as they shook hands and patted each other on the back.
"Come on in the kitchen. We can talk there," Wyatt motioned for Dave to follow him.
Once they reached the kitchen, she could only hear the rumbling of male voices but nothing she could decipher.
She closed the door and sat on the bed wondering who he might be, hoping he wa
