CRAVING ISABELLA
He doesn't ask my permission, he just takes the next sharp right toward the affluent heights where the Hawkins estate sits like a fortress.
The mansion feels different today. It feels hollowed out.
We walk into the foyer, and Diva is standing at the top of the grand staircase. She’s still dressed in a silk robe, her hair perfectly coiffed. She doesn't wait for us to reach her before she starts descending the stairs.
"You did it," she says as she reaches the bottom step. She ignores me entirely, her eyes locked on her son.
"I don't know what you're talking about,"
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