"So where do we go from here?" Genevieve asked after getting her broken ankle fixed back. Her eyes landed on her still slightly swollen ankle and the piece of clothes tied around it.
"Uhm, I don't know….wait a minute I think I do." Isabella's eyes widened as she suddenly recollected something.
Genevieve's eyes sparkled with excitement, "really you do, tell me." She asked excitedly.
"My mom…." She took a deep breath like the word 'mom' was hard for her to say.
"My mother's mom who is my grandmother has a house around here but I don't know where exactly." She bit her bottom lip after saying that. She shouldn't have said so if she wasn't sure what she was going to say.
"Oh, what about your mom can't you ask her for help? I don't know, you must have her number and we will call her for some description or something…" her voice trialed when she saw the dark look on Isabella's face.
"Sorry." She apologized silently.
