Isabella Part 1 Mom
"Oh, you're home late, Isabella." Her mother was standing in the small kitchen next to the entrance. There was a boiling pot on the stove and the smell of food cooking. "Dad called, so I stopped and talked to him for a bit," Isabella explained. "Isn't that sweet of him," her mom was completely understanding. "Hey kid," Stuart's gruff voice emanated from the couch in the living room, which made up the majority of the apartment space. Isabella made a face at her mom, silently...