Unmade Choices: A Love Rebuilt

pain – then, Isabella' s dying whisper: she' d run off

r last words were a bullet to the heart, proving e

lights, the fading cold

at our engagement party i

c and loud, pointing dramatically at

. This time, she looked at him, then at me, te

tting it clink on a table, and wa

asped, but I felt no pain, no shock.

and I was done playing her game.