"Are you going to do it?" Anthony asked his daughter, Rayleigh.
"Yeah, I think I will. She wanted to go to Venice," Rayleigh replied.
Anthony furrowed his brow slightly. "Not Barcelona?" he asked, knowing that some of Madelyn's family were living in Barcelona, and having Isabelle recuperate there could be better for her mental health and safer.
Anthony could still see the shocked look on Isabelle's face from the other night. He had never seen her turn as pale as she did when she saw the pictures in Kritsana's apartment—the things she had lost or thought she had misplaced, now carefully arranged in a shrine in the middle of his apartment.
Isabelle still vividly remembered the items she had seen in the pictures: her hair tie, sunglasses, a cheap ring from the night market, earrings she had bought on TikTok, a bottle of white nail polish—all of them mementos that Kritsana had somehow obtained and kept as souvenirs.
