Isabella’s POV

Ethan…I’m sorry.

I needed to find him.

Ethan…why can’t you just tell the truth?

I needed to see him. 

Ethan, where’s my father? What happened to Mom? Do you know? Did you have something to do with it?

My feet felt heavy as I dragged them across the cold floor of the hospital room. Pain echoed with every step, and my vision blurred ever so often as the room spun. As I dragged myself forward, I had to press my hand ...