Chapter 12

• ISABELLA'S POV ~
• We approached my old classroom, and the memories came flooding back. My shoulders slumped, and I felt my chest tightening as I stared at the door. I didn’t want to go in there, but I knew I had to.
• Ryan fell silent, his eyes trained on me, but I couldn’t meet his gaze. Instead, I focused on the wall of the classroom, my mind reeling with the painful memories that were surfacing. I could feel my throat tightening, my eyes beginning to burn.