DIVORCED LOVERS...

"Isa! My child, why are you sad,?".

I keep the glass of water on the table, behind her, and I touched her shoulders.

Isabel turns and faces me with a stunned but disturbed look on her face.

I sat her down and began to question her.

Isabel wasn't letting me on anything other than the fact, she didn't feel like talking with me.

But. I am sure, she's sad, and with the engagement and wedding on the way, lest I forget Ian's cold behavior toward her, she has every right not to be happy.

It's a known fact, a mother's happiness lies in the validity that, her son...