chapter 25

Joan’s POV

I would call it guilt if I had to name it, but I had no idea how I was feeling, excited?The day went on with Isaac and I moving hands in hands, talking about things that shouldn’t be counted as topics in a valid conversation.

Occasionally, I saw some blush on his cheeks when I said something sweet or smiled, but I was nervous. My heart was beating so fast that I couldn’t breathe.

I made some kind of big decision I was going to regret; I shouldn't regret it. Isaac is a good boy; he likes me, though it’s too early, and I feel I should get to know him even more than I just did, but still, I made the hard choice. I just had to believe it.

The day was quick to end, and he drove me home.

“Welcome home, baby,” mom said. As I entered the living room, Jone was massaging her foot. I barely paid attention to him as I made my way to Mom.

"Thanks, mom. How are you feeling?” I said. She looked at him dreamily, then back at me. "I am better,” she said. I nodded, then made my way back to f