CHAPTER 16 A COWARD

The taxi rolled through the streets, each turn bringing Isabella closer to her destination, and closer still to the source of her unease. The twisting of her stomach intensified as the cab drew near, her nausea rising to a crescendo as the driver announced their arrival.

Going back was the last thing she had wanted but she had become short on supply of clothes and as most of the clothes at her apartment were for working, she had no choice but to go back to her mother's house to pick up her remaining belongings.

Isabella had left Vincent's house in a cab even after he had insisted on his driver taking her "Thanks but I will be fine," she said as she walked out of the apartment.

She appreciated his kind gesture and concern towards her but she knew showing up at her mother's place in a fancy car would cause attention and after all that had happened lately, another argument was the last thing she wanted that morning.

"Thanks for the ride," she said as she alighted from the cab, looking a