Chapter Forty-Five.

The Northside of Norman was where Isabella spent the most of her life. Talk buildings, grim husky atmosphere—a lot had changed since she left her home here. But for people like Jazzlyn, who’d stayed all these years, these changed could go very unnoticeable.

The metal creaks of the playground swing echoed in the midnight, and there was a strong stench of booze that enclasped her aura, each step that she took towards the Evans Villa. To say Jazz was overcome with guilt would be a mere understatement.

Not just that, she was still reeling in the betrayal of her mother. The parking lot was without her car which made it obvious that she had skipped town with her more perfect daughter, Holly and leaving her back with her stepfather.

She pushed through the front doors and was immediately met with Gerald’s scrutinizing gaze. Isabella’s father halted as if he had seen his very own reflection in his step daughter. “Where is your mother?” His voice was as husky as a Siberian bull and his hairy ch