Isabella’s point of view
My ears rang at his statement, the words echoed in the room long after he said them. My stomach twisted violently, and I bent forward, retching onto the floor even though there was nothing left inside me. Only dry heaves, and it was painful, it made my stomach hurt.
Tears streamed endlessly down my face, dripping on the floor. He sighed like a mildly inconvenienced man.
“Such dramatic reactions. “ The bastard said, yawning.
My lips wobbled, my throat burned, and my mind kept replaying the images. Young Bruno, small and terrified. The way he had flinched at every touch, the way he had looked like he wanted to disappear. And the worst part of it was the moment he stopped fighting. I shut my eyes tightly like that could erase the images in my memory. But it w
