Am I in heaven? That was the first thing popping into her head once she saw the white ceiling. But she was aware enough of her surroundings and the movement beside her.
She wasn’t, and how she wished she was already dead.
“How do you feel now, missy? You’re not going to lie to me this time.” Cynthia’s worried face appeared before her eyes, checking every part of her body.
Isabella almost laughs at her, but she felt a tremendous wave of tiredness overtaking her remaining strength.
“I feel like s**t, to be honest. What happened? Why am I here?” She answered in her groggy voice. Her eyes searched for Anne’s presence, but the woman was nowhere to be seen.
“You passed out in the airport. Then the doctor said you carried too much of your problem alone, making you fall into depression.”
