As Daniel drove to work with Izla by his side, he noticed her absentmindedness and sadness. She was not her usual self—normally, she would chatter endlessly, inventing stories to keep the atmosphere lighthearted. He wondered to himself, Why is she acting so differently today? Unable to suppress his concern, he turned to her and gently asked:
—What's wrong, my golden-haired one? Why do you look so sad?
Izla responded, her sorrow evident in her voice:
—I miss Iris. I can't bear being away from her any longer.
Daniel reassured her with a calm tone:
—We'll go to the island soon, for sure. We just need to wait for the director's approval. He already promised us, so all we have to do is be patient. Time will pass quickly, and before we know it, we'll be there.
She turned to him, hope flickering in her eyes:
—I hope so. But please, remind him again so he doesn't forget.
Daniel replied with confidence:
—You don't realize how important this research is to him. He's well aware of its value, not just for the money it will bring, but also for its scientific significance. That's why he needs our expertise. It's only a matter of time before everything is set for us to go.
Izla felt somewhat reassured, but her relief was short-lived. As they drove, she noticed a car following them. Focusing her gaze, she recognized the driver—George. She masked her shock and anger, keeping them to herself.
How did he find me? Why is he following me? Doesn't he have anything better to do? she thought bitterly.
She wished she could storm out of the car, grab him, and shake some sense into him. Maybe even hit him. But she didn't want to drag Daniel into a confrontation with her reckless cousin. So she chose to stay silent, waiting for the right moment to deal with it.
Every so often, she stole a glance at the rearview mirror. He was still there, trailing behind them until they finally parked in front of their workplace. As she stepped out, Daniel took her hand, and she knew this would only enrage George further. She was certain that he didn't truly love her—he was simply used to getting whatever he desired. And now, she had become just another beautiful thing he wanted to possess.
This was what worried his mother the most. She always complained about his behavior.
What should I do now? Izla wondered. Should I tell my aunt, or should I handle this myself? And should I reveal everything to Daniel, or keep quiet so he doesn't get dragged into trouble?
She wished she were back on the island with Iris and Daniel, far away from the schemes of people. Her heart warned her—she wouldn't escape their harm so easily.