(Isabella)
“What?” I pushed past Lucas and stepped into my apartment.
That wasn’t the apartment I knew anymore.
My eyes struggled to adjust for a moment to the front room that was still covered in darkness.
Things were strewn everywhere. My things.
It was like someone made a concerted effort to take my stuff from my room to make a point. It wasn't someone, I knew exactly who did this.
The vase that the dying flowers were in was shattered across the floor. All of the cabinets opened and the plates smashed, the pots and pans on the floor, spilling out behind the counter.
“It looks like baby hulk had a tantrum in here.” I could feel Lucas’ strong presence behind me. I barely registered the comment as I took in the place that used to be mine, that used to feel like home.
“Get her ou
