48. Something Different About Her

Dario’s POV

When we arrived home, I retreated to my room for a quick shower, heading downstairs afterwards.

Brenda was the only one on the table when I got downstairs, and Isla’s chair was empty.

“Where’s Isla?” I asked her, making myself comfortable on the chair opposite her.

“She grabbed an apple from the table and headed upstairs.”

“Hmm!” I responded.

“I’m worried about her, Dario!” Brenda’s voice caused me to look away from my meal. I turned in her direction and noticed that concern etched at the corner of her face.

“She’s fine,” I said, placing my eyes on my food.

“I don’t think she is ever since her return. I don’t know why, but I feel there’s something different about her.”

“I don’t see it.” I cooed, and at that moment, I don’t know why, but I felt she was trying to get words out of me.

I stared at Brenda once again. She had her eyes on me as though she was awaiting my response.

“I don’t feel that anything is wrong with Isla.”

“I get the reason why you’re oblivious.” She arche