Chapter 22 What Exactly Are You Afraid Of?

Isabella's POV

Is that Maurice?

The way I look right now—hair a complete mess, eyes badly swollen, bruises on my arm from where that thug grabbed me last night.

I don't want to see him at all.

The doorbell keeps ringing. Whoever's outside clearly has no intention of leaving.

I take a deep brea...

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