A Promise of Action
Determined, Isabella assured me she’d handle the situation. ‘I’ll deal with him myself,’ she promised, a new resolve forming within her.
I nodded and invited her in for tea, a chance to decompress and think things through. The warmth of the cup was a comfort as we sat together, temporarily escaping the drama.
It was nice to find camaraderie amidst the chaos, two women drawn together by unusual circumstances. I hoped for resolution.