Vincent returned home late, feeling exhausted and worn out. He was surprised to find Isabella still awake, sitting quietly on the couch with a book.

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"Hey, you're still up?" Vincent asked, his voice tinged with fatigue.

Isabella looked up, her eyes observing him with worry. "Yeah, I couldn't sleep."

He sighed and sat down next to her, "What is it?"

Isabella took a moment, choosing her words carefully. "I wasn’t feeling comfortable. I mean it is a new place, and I am here by myself."

Her words rose with concern “So who do you sleep with in the apartment you moved into before now? Timothy?” He turned to her....