Isabella.Perhaps months ago, this would have been a harder decision, but now, the choice was simple.Tears filling my eyes, I spoke in a deeper, more unrecognizable tone.“Sorry, I think you have the wrong number.”“No, no, no. Isabella? I heard you just now. I heard from her just now. You're the one who called me all those months ago, right? Please talk to me.”An almost distant sound came and I heard a voice, one I knew was my father. “Darling, let it go.” He said.“No. I heard her voice. She answered the call. Isabella please talk to me.”My tears now flowed freely. Heart broke piece by piece, each part shot by the arrow of my mother's pleading words.“Sorry. I don't know who,” My voice almost cracked at the last second. I swallowed quickly before continuing. “Who you're talking about. You have the wrong number. I'm sorry.”“Oh.” I shut my eyes tightly, resisting the urge to sob because of how heartbroken that single sound started.“Oh, I'm sorry. So, so sorry.” Her voice was tear
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