Chapter 50

• One week had passed since Eena moved in with Isabella. One week of learning who she really was, of building a relationship with the mother she never knew she had, of slowly piecing herself back together.
• But there was one thing she couldn't move forward from. One confrontation she needed to have.
• She stood in Isabella's kitchen that morning, staring at her phone. The Morales' number was pulled up on the screen, but she hadn't called. She'd just been staring at it for ten minutes.