Isabella's POV
I was locked up in my room for days. I refused to see anyone, nor could I even have a proper night's sleep.
I didn't go to work, and Dan was definitely not having it, but what could I do? The image of the Draco with a gun pointing at that man's head was all I could see, it was imprinted. It made my mind that no matter how hard I tried to get rid of it, it just wouldn't leave.
The memory was like a virus, spreading throughout my mind with so much speed while also eating deep into it.
Mia and Aiden were constantly at my door, insisting that they see me.
Mia even threatened to break down the door if I didn't come go.
So, after so much hustle, I decided to let them in.
“Goodness Isabella, what is wrong with you," they both screamed at the same time?
it's nothing g
