Isabella

As soon as Emiliano shut the door, I hurried to the attached bathroom and turned on the light. I wasn’t certain what had happened. Was it shock? It might have been brought on by the sight of Em’s six-pack abs or were they eight? When he lifted his shirt, I barely noticed the gun.

With my hands on the top of the vanity, I stared into the mirror. My reflection was far from beautiful. If someone asked, I’d say I looked ghostly. My insides buzzed in an unfamiliar ...