Chapter 15 - A flood of memories.

Isabella

I wonder only for a moment if he is talking about the wild animals or actually himself. I have to push the idea to the back of my mind because it is just too ludicrous to think about. I don’t know if I read about fairy tale creatures or if I saw them on television, but I know for a fact that they can’t possibly exist.

“I know I’m asking very personal questions, and you really don’t have to answer me, but how do you afford all of this?” I frown noting the slight smile again. He seems to relax again and explains that they have a couple of businesses both right there and in the nearby town that make enough money to support all the people living there.

He talks about their green house and the fact that they also grow a lot of their food themselves and I really want to see it all, but just the thought of going outside sends a rush of adrenaline through my veins, and it is as though it activates my memories.

I see my own hands this time. I’m busy peeling vegetables when I feel some