As i reach for the handle, i hear him speak one last time, his voice barely above a whisper. "Isabella…"
I pause, my hand resting on the door, my heart aching at the sound of my name on his lips.
"I'm sorry," he says quietly.
The words hung in the air, and for a moment, i consider turning back. But i know….i just know that it will not change a thing. Michael has made his choice, and no matter how much i want to believe otherwise, there is no changing that.
Without another word, i open the door and step out into the hallway, closing it softly behind me. The mansion was quiet, the only sound my footsteps echoing through the empty house.
