Our home.

Isabella.

The next morning was far from normal. The only way it could have been described was cold.

Neither of my parents were speaking to me, not even as I prepared breakfast earlier in the morning as an appeasement. They avoided my gaze as much as they could, never speaking a word.

It hurt, the silent waves of disappointment that ebbed out of them. I braced through it however.

Even little Treasure had noticed it.

“Where's daddy?” He whispered to me. I noticed that my parents had stopped eating, either hearing or rightly assuming Treasure words.

I attempted to smile at him. “He's not here, but we can visit him if you'd like,” I spoke invitingly.

Before Treasure could say a word, I heard my mother's voice for the first time that morning.

“Treasure dear, why don't you follow us to the pack gardens? There are plenty of beautiful animals there.”

I stiffened at her passive aggressive nature. Yet when I looked at Treasure's imploring eyes which silently asked me for what to do, I gave a sl