Isabella gave of a sight and looked at the window. She hadn't thought about the baby yet. And now that things were in this condition. She was reconsidering about ever talking about it

"I don't. I'll figure it out," she replied.

London drove Isabella straight to the hotel she wanted to go. She refused to go to her house, nor her parents house. She didn't want to explain herself anymore. She just wanted time to herself. Time to think and make a decision.

The pain she was feeling was beyond her expectations. She had seen heartbreaks on media, but never thought that it was this bad.

....

Xander came out...