Isabella and Vincent stared at each other till she thought it was best to leave the couch and go to the bedroom. She didn’t want to talk and ended up feeling worse.

While Vincent wondered if there was any way back from the precipice they were standing on.

Vincent cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Isabella," he began, his voice strained, "we need to talk."

Isabella's eyes narrowed slightly, but she nodded. "Okay," she replied, her tone cool and measured.

Vincent took a seat on the opposite end of the couch, feeling the distance between them both physically and emotionally. "I think it has been a while…" he said, searching...