Isabella and Timothy returned to his home. He noticed Isabella was quiet and lost in her thoughts. As they stepped into the living room, Timothy couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

"Isabella, what's wrong?" he asked gently, his voice breaking through the quiet.

There was no response. Isabella was lost in her own world, the weight of the recent events pressing heavily on her. Timothy moved closer, repeating his question, this time a bit louder, "Isabella, are you okay?"

She blinked, coming out of her reverie. "Oh, sorry, Timothy. I was just... thinking about the whole situation with the divorce," she said, her voice barely above a whisper....