Chapter 92 Auntie

• The ride to Anderson's Home was quiet, save for the honking of cars outside that filled the silence. Isabel sat in the passenger's seat, stealing glances at Alexander's face now and then as he drove. His calmness only made her stomach twist tighter.
• When they drove into the familiar driveway of her house, her pulse raced like she was entering an enemy's territory. On one hand, she was happy that she would be seeing her mother and on the other hand, she didn't know how her mother would react seeing her and Alexander.
• Her fingers knotted together in her lap until they ached.