CHAPTER 96

       The warm breeze caressed the petals of the white roses resting on the cold marble of Andrew and Michelle Baldwin’s grave. Until this day, until this visit at the cemetery, Isabelle had foolishly hoped that this wasn't true, that her father was still alive. But the moment she saw the grave, Isabelle felt like she was about to faint. She would’ve fallen if Shawn hadn't been there to catch her fall and hold her in his arms. Shawn held her like this and cradled her as if she was being a child again and let her cry. He was feeling sick seeing her like this, knowing that all this was his fault. After a while, Isabelle managed to calm down and the tears stopped running down her cheeks. She remained in Shawn’s arms, she needed to stay there for a while, she needed his force to feel better. They sat on a stone bench near the grave. Shawn didn't want to make her stand up too much. Looking at her, he knew the time had co