Isabella’s POV

If someone had told me a month ago that the most stressful part of my life would not be being kidnapped, not being chased through a motel parking lot, and not nearly having a nervous breakdown, but instead telling my family that Peter and I want to live together, I would have laughed in their face. Yet here I am. Last night, Peter and I decided to move in together. Peter does not want me to live alone anymore. He is afraid that someone will hurt me again. He wants to be there ...