I hang up and shove the phone in my pocket.
I can feel her eyes on me but now I'm petrified that I might make a mistake.
And I can't risk making a mistake.
I look around and notice that the Hyatt is just down the street so I make a quick right and pull into the valet.
I look at her in the seconds before the valet opens her door and she is petrified.
I want to reassure her…
I want her to know I will never hurt her.
But I have to stay silent.
So I simply nod and open my door.
She holds her bag tight to her chest as we go into the lobby.
I approach the desk and she stands behind me.
Her eyes dart around as if she is waiting for someone to tell her to leave.
She does look out of place in her worn clothes but to me she looks spectacular.
I lean forward and tell the concierge that I want a suite and slide over my credit card.
I reserve the room for the night.
When she slides the key card across the counter I feel Isabella start to tremble behind me.
I want to tell her not to worry…
But I can't.
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