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on of the panicking outcry. By the time we got there, a little girl was

thumping rapidly against my chest as I struggled to whisk her up. With exuberant

ted her head backward, and pinch the bridge of her nose with my index finger and thumb, afterwa

rged to the forefront of my brain and I unconsciously burst into tears. “Please,

,” I muttered as I continuously blow into

running amok. What if she dies in my arm the same way Mered

she seemed around the age M

s, while my mom paced back and forth

racked. More tears w

er out of her mouth and I heaved a sigh of

d like this too. Alas, I would ha

Meredith for a split second. “Oh thank you. Thank you.

oodness, you're safe. You're going to be fine, Isabella. You're alright.” Having said that, he turned

managed a small smil

and curiosity tugging in her voice. “Do you feel hurt anywhere?” She surveyed

mness and I shuffled to my feet. “Please, where

o through that door. Ask any maid for

” I mu

uch, Lynn. You did great by saving Emilio's daughter and I'm so p

of how pale and almost lifeless Isabella was a few seconds ago plagued my mind. Although it was a g

nd Korean pork rind. It's been five years, and I still couldn't believe he

ously loved. The floor was an old-fashioned parquet with a blend of deep homely browns and the walls were the greens of a summer garden meeting a bold ingeniously done piece of artwork. The banister was a

f yellow and I stared at them blankly. Of course, it was the parsonage. I could see a bar curving in

A tiny voice greeted m

aftern

owed brows and puzzled look that— she was trying to find answers as to why I was dripping or why there were tears

om.” She informed. “It's this way,” she said,

hat I preceded her. I simply complied. My mood was sunken

n much time, admiring how exquisite my room was. I wiped the te

rear end of the large room and I responded with a n

ave a study too? I thought t

ed into the bathroom and flipped on the fauc

quick bath.” She said as if

ou, I eyed my luggage arranged

me for anything at all, do not hesitate to call me.” She added w

ered. “But you c

the Russo's mansion.” Having said that, she

rd. Looking around the room, I press

to myself. “You just have to embrace this new l

hing my eyes fell on brought a faint smile to my face; my first painting. It

true, because my soon-to-be stepdad has all the resources to s

immediately set my painting down amongst the rest, then I peeled off my dampened shirt over my

masculine voice resonated through the hallway

meet a guy in a leather jacket, covering his eyes. A loud gasp escaped my lips as

ow to knock?” I q

no reason to knock.” The leath

n her way out. Without further ado, I set my painting down on the bed and picked up my dampened shirt to cover up

s,” I said after slipp

My father told me what happened. So I came to express

I asked

s gaze at my face. “Lynett