Meanwhile in Paris, some time earlier… Isabella sat motionless, eyes downcast, watching her grandfather's shoes pace relentlessly before her in the hospital ward. One question echoed through her shocked mind, how could this happen?

Finally his polished Oxfords halted a metre away. Santiago's voice was strained with the effort to remain calm. "Tell me Isabella, was it love? Or hate? Explain what drove you to such an action."

Numbed, she raised her head slowly. His expression mingled disappointment with frustrated incomprehension. Isabella's thoughts

Three months had passed since that night when I gave myself to a stranger!

Three months of disappearing!

Three months in which I became someone else!

Free,...