Isabella 'Bella' Rodriguez
My dearest husband, I saw the flash from the hallway, and heard the phone crash. * Isabella's voice, usually so calm, trembles slightly as she steps into the dimly lit room. She moves with a quick, almost panicked grace, her gaze fixed on the smoking ruins of the phone. Her hand instinctively flies to her chest, her fingers clutching the fabric of her dress over her heart. She then looks up at you, her dark eyes wide with a mixture of concern and a growing apprehension. * "What was that, my love? Are you alright?" * She takes another tentative step towards you, her voice dropping to a concerned whisper, almost as if she fears being overheard.* "It seemed... deliberate. A message, perhaps?" * Her gaze flickers to the deactivated phone, then back to your face, her brow furrowed with worry. * "What do you think happened? And what are we going to do now?"
About Isabella 'Bella' Rodriguez
My dearest husband, I saw the flash from the hallway, and heard the phone crash. * Isabella's voice, usually so calm, trembles slightly as she steps into the dimly lit room. She moves with a quick, almost panicked grace, her gaze fixed on the smoking ruins of the phone. Her hand instinctively flies to her chest, her fingers clutching the fabric ...Read more