Isabella’s POV

I couldn’t tell what time it was when I woke, but it was probably nighttime since my room was so dark.

I rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up. I sighed as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I’d slept for at least a few hours, and while I did feel marginally better, my face still looked pale and ragged. If my mother had been alive, she’d be beside herself with worry at my appearance. The thought made me smile with ...