CHAPTER SEVEN

EIGHT YEARS LATER, Isabel stepped out of the cab, dragging her bag with her. She closed the door, and thanked the cab driver, before sauntering towards her house. She unlocked the door and went inside the house, heaving a loud sigh of relief.

"Home, sweet home."

She took off her coat and shoes, keeping them at their designated places, and was about to go further into the house, when she recalled she hadn't gone to pick up her eight-year-old son, Reynolds, from her opposite house neighbor.

"Shit!" She cussed frustrated, returning to the shoe rack to wear her shoes.

Before she left two days ago, she had begged her neighbor, Austin, to help her babysit her son, for the time she will be gone.

It was the first time she was leaving her son to someone else's care for more than twenty-four hours, and she was skeptical about it, yet did not have any other choice.

She couldn't bring him with her, as she would be very busy with work, and she didn't want him to skip school, so she begged