Chapter  44

ISABELLA'S POV

The first light of the day shone through my white transparent curtains, waking me up from sleep.

I rolled lazily on my bed before rising to sit up.

A yawn escaped from my mouth as I stretched my arms over my head.

It was yet another Monday morning, the start of a new week, and still, the first thing I could think of was the chaotic weekend I experienced.

Even in my dream last night, all the scenes kept replaying over and over again.

From Michael’s unexpected confession to the wild night out with Lilian to the quiet solitude of Sunday.

Everything just lumped together, leaving me with a weird sense of unease, of foreignness.

It was almost as though I had watched all the activities of my body from a state of coma.

I streched my hands again one last time before climbing down from the bed, my feet touching the floor of hardwood.

I trudged across the room, starting up the routine of getting ready for work.

Starting with a quick brush of my teeth, a refreshing shower, and the