195 The FUNDRAISER

"Is everything alright?" Luke asked with genuine concern and flickered across his face. They were at a fundraising dinner and were having a nice time until that woman showed up minutes ago. Now, Isabelle adjusted uncontrollably in her seat as though she was ready to bolt out the door any moment. "Yes. I'm fine," Luke saw as she squeezed her forehead together, making them cranky, before downing her wine. "If you're uncomfortable, we can leave here; you know that, right?" "Believe me, I'm fine, babe. It's not a big deal." "Okay. If you say so." Isabelle tried to control her erratic heartbeat as she reassured her husband. She could have sworn she had seen that face before. But then she couldn't fully trust her mind with the way she's been coming down with frequent flashbacks lately. "What do you think of the fundraiser?" She asked Luke, and he took his precious time surveying the full room before tilting his head and staring at her outright. "Trying to make small talk?" She just