Chapter 53: THE PAST

ISABELLA’S P.O.V. Exactly a week after that, Lorenzo told me that he had a surprise for me. I had no idea what he was talking about but I loved surprises and so I sat patiently in the car as we drove. The longer he drove, the more anxious I began to feel especially when I recognized the road that we were taking. “Where are we going?” I asked already knowing the answer but not wanting to admit it to myself. I glanced over at him and all he did was reach out for my hand. “Lorenzo, I don’t want to go back there.” “Just this one time and never again,” he whispered as he pulled up in front of what used to be my home before I turned eighteen. Truth be told, it was never a home, it was just the place I stayed so that I wouldn’t be put into the system. It hadn’t changed much since the last time I was there. The walls were still a sickly shade of yellow and the flowers still grew at the front. At least there weren’t any children's toys in front so I was relieved. It was just his beat-up old