Chapter 18

• RYAN'S POV~
• It was 700 am and the morning sun had barely started creeping through the curtains. I stepped out of my room, the tension from the day before still lingering in the air. My brow furrowed as I noticed that Isabella's room was empty, her bed still neatly made. My heart started to race. Where was she? I stepped out into the living room, following the faint scent that could only belong to my girl.
• And then, I saw her. Isabella was curled up on the rug, her body hidden under a loose blanket.