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37.Truth about Isabella's mother
AT THE SAME TIME XAVIER'S POINT OF VIEW: Isabella’s breathing had evened out by the time I carefully lifted her into my arms. I carried her to our room. Her head rested against my chest, and even though she was calm now, the faint lines of tension on her face hadn’t completely disappeared. I laid her down gently, pulling the blanket over her and brushing a strand of hair from her face. She murmured something incoherent, but her expression softened as she drifted into a deeper sleep. "You’re safe." I whispered, even though she couldn’t hear me. Taking a moment to steady myself, I turned off the bedside lamp and stepped out of the room, closing the door softly behind me. John Hade, Isabella’s father, stood with his arms crossed, his jaw tight. Terrence, Martha, and grandma were seated,
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