Isabella

"It's good to have someone that knows her better than we all do," I heard Frank say behind me.

 I turned around to find the man smiling and slightly sweaty. He made it a personal mission to jog every morning.

Just how old was the man? I asked myself.

His complexion looked 100 times better, and the redness on his face had mostly faded to pink. The marks that he was given were still there, but the plasters were smaller. He has all but healed of his injuries in record time. Strange. I thought.

"Good morning, Frank," I said, unable to contain my smile.

"Good morning to you too,...