Chapter 27 An Escape

• It was an evening quieter than usual in the Moretti house.
• Not quiet, never still, but quieter as the atmosphere grows quieter in anticipation of lightning splitting the sky in half.
• Continuing, Isabella sat next to the master bedroom window, gazing out over the immaculately mown grass as the moon reflected silver. Her nerves were glass, and horror in the last two days had weakened them. Stability, though, was imparted to her through Luca's calmness and his unspoken strength by her side.