**Isabella**
"Isabella, Isabella," Razor rushed inside, and before I could even register his presence, he threw his arms around my neck, pulling me into a tight embrace. The warmth of his body against mine, the familiar scent that I had missed for so long, overwhelmed me. I drew in a deep breath, afraid to utter a word. Could it be? Did he remember me now?
"Isabella, are you alright?" Razor pulled away from the hug and cupped my face gently, his eyes searching mine with an intensity that made my heart ache.
I couldn't bring myself to respond immediately. It was too surreal, too good to be true. I had been waiting for this moment for so long, and now that it was here, I was terrified it was just a dream.
"What is it, baby? Are you..." he started, worried lines etched across his forehead.
"I can't believe it...you...you remember everything," I finally whispered nervously.
