Emiliano

I liked the feeling of the way Isabella’s hand fit perfectly in mine. Spending these few weeks with her has opened a floodgate of feelings I’d never before considered. While my mind was constantly on the war we fought and the business we ran, at unexpected times, Isabella would come to mind. I wondered if she would like this or if she’d prefer that. I worried about her safety at the apartments and even at el Patrόn’s home. Since the afternoon when she melted down and ...