CHAPTER TWENTY -THREE - HER ABUELA IS HERE

Isabella's jaw hit the floor at the sight of the old woman standing in front of her and Rafael. And that name, when was the last time anyone called her that name? Isabella couldn't move, she just stood there, staring. Rafael looked from Isabella, who was frozen in place to the old woman smiling at her. " Um..." He cleared his throat, feeling awkward. Rafael clearing his throat must have brought Isabella back to the present, as she whispered softly, "Señhor?" The old woman's eyes narrowed at the word. She reached out and slapped Isabella's arms. " Stop calling me that, Child." Isabella smiled. " Abuela," she called, stepping forward and into the old woman's arms. The old woman held her, stroking her hair. Rafael's mouth formed an 'O' as he realized who the old woman was to Isabella. " When did you come back?" Isabella asked against the old woman's shoulder. " Not too long ago." The woman pulled back and placed her hands on Isabella's cheeks. " I got your letter." Isabella