CHAPTER FOURTY - WANTING TO HELP.

Isabella found herself in her room. She paced the floor, her teeth biting continuously at her finger nails. With Abuela getting in contact with her lawyer - explaining the situation to her, and Rafael trying to hold things at the company's font, Isabella had felt useless. So, she had disappeared up to her room. Except she had not been able to sleep. She was so worried about Mateo that it was driving her insane. Giving up on sleep, she had gotten off the bed and there she was pacing the room, wondering what she could do to help. She knew he used to have nightmares after his parents death, and most of the night, she had held him, rocking him to sleep right here in her bed. But there were grown-ups now. Her actions could be misinterpreted, and Isabella wasn't even sure if he wanted to see her, not to speak of allowing her to rock him to sleep. How does she even know that he's not sound asleep right now, while she's here pricking herself. Enough of this dilly-dallying! With de