Isabella didn't come home last night, and she's not answering my calls. I went to her apartment, but she wasn't there.
I called her father, and when he inquired about Isabella, I realized she wasn't with him either.
She's not on call today, but I hurried to the hospital's emergency room. I inquired about her, and they confirmed she wasn't scheduled for duty or in the operating room.
Feeling desperate, I decided to contact Michelle, as I was sure Isabella would be with her.
I knocked on the door, and Joseph answered. It slipped my mind that the two of them lived together.
I don't like him. We haven't spoken much since the incident in Italy.
"Is Isabella here?" I asked him, sounding desperate.
"Even if she was here, I wouldn't tell you," he replied.
"I'm not here for games. I need to
