Isabella’s POV

My sister has me thinking that I have changed over the years. I have become a heartless bitch. I do not like the way I am at this moment. I reach my house, and for the first time, I am proud of it because it is mine. It is something that belongs to me, something my parents gave me, and I was always unhappy about it and unthankful for it. I always wanted everything that was Whitmore, everything that was my grandmother’s. Even now that she is dead, I am still trying to impress ...