39- A Breath Away From Fear

POV Isabella:

"A breath, Ana."

"What does that phrase mean, Mom?" I asked, trying to capture my mother’s gaze. "Mom, talk to me."

She let go of the bouquet, and it scattered on the floor. I looked at the discarded red rosebuds at my feet and felt fear — deep, suffocating fear. But I couldn’t...

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