Angela's heart raced as she followed Isabella to a secluded table at the corner of the restaurant.

The ambient noise of the place faded into the background as they sat facing each other.

"What is it that you need to tell me about Antonio, Isabella?"

Angela's voice was a mixture of anxiety and anticipation.

Isabella took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving Angela's.

“You see, I don't think you know who Antonio is..I just want to help you out”.

“I am sorry…what do you mean help me out,I don't remember asking for help,I am not in trouble”.

“Antonio is …a bipolar…a psychopath…crazy whatever that is related to a mental...