A Morning Apology
The next day, there was a knock on my door. It was Isabella, and her eyes were red and puffy as if she hadn’t slept.
‘I’m sorry, Elena,’ she said, her voice quivering with emotion. It was hard to see her like that, clearly struggling with what had transpired.
I nodded in understanding, wanting to offer support. It seemed Leo’s behavior affected her more deeply than I’d imagined, and now it was all out in the open.