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Isabella 125.

I had omitted one truth from Damien when I had showed him the email that contained my mother's autopsy. I had also received a letter from my father promising to reveal everything to me if we met. Here I was about to get off a boat.

I had no idea where he was taking me but I followed him. What other choice did I have? As we got off the boat, I could not help but realize that we were practically strangers. What if all of this was a ploy to kidnap me?

I had never been to this part of town before and it surprised me that it even existed.

"Welcome to little Brussels," He said and walked toward the sprawling rocky island. The houses were huge and perched on many hills. The houses were built in old fashioned castle style.

"Come with me, there is something that I want to show you," He said and I followed him.

He led me to a set of steep but solid stairs naturally made on the hills. We climbed up until we were both standing on a very high hill with crashing