I didn't like the way her blue eyes were taking me in as I packed my shabby bag.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" I asked.
"You look exactly like her, you know." My eyes were closed. I wouldn't cry anymore.
"Have you seen him?" she asked. I shook my head. No.
"I haven't seen Charlie since the accident," I said, my voice tired. You see, Charlie is my dad. After Mom's death, he became a changed man. Grandma Joe nodded slowly.
"Good. I didn't like this man. At all. You deserve someone who cares for you, Isabella," she said.
"Can we, I don't know, stop talking about him? I really don't wanna hear his name again," I said, folding my shirt. Grams stood up and headed to the open window. She stood completely still for a few seconds before she turned around.
"Grams? What is it?" I asked.
"Nothing of your concern. I will be right back," she said, leaving the guestroom. I went to the window and looked outside. I didn't see anything. I sighed deeply before following her.
"What are you doing here?" Grandma asked. The front door was wide open, but I couldn't see whom she was talking to.
"You shouldn't be here." Grandma Joe tried to shut the door, but someone set a foot inside her house. I gasped slightly when I saw the tall figure.
"Hello, Joe. I'm here to pick Isabella up."