Arabella

I didn’t know how long I had waited in my room, waiting for everything to quiet down, staring off into space, lost in my own thoughts—the same thought that had plagued my mind all day.

I rose to my feet and quietly tiptoed to the door. It was well past midnight; surely no one was up, I thought to myself. I gently opened the door, careful not to make any noise.

My bare feet made no sound as I slipped out of my room. I wrapped my arms around myself, bowed my head, and kept to the shadows. I didn’t want anyone to see me.

Not Marco. I was...