Chapter 2: Bloody Hands: Isobel and Jubal
Jubal Valentine entered the brownstone apartment from picking up the groceries, when he stumbled upon the scene - his daughter Abby holding up her hands and blood dripping from them. He was frozen.
His brain was just convincing him to say or do something when Isobel Castille walked in with a bunch of paper towels. One look on Jubal's face and she immediately understood. "It's just paint."
Jubal tried to mask his relief, even though he looked like he was about to faint. "I know that." As if that could fool Isobel.
"Mmhm," came her response. She approached Abby and wiped her fingers.
Jubal put away the groceries then joined Isobel as they watched Abby create her 'masterpiece' for her art project. "Thank you for helping her do this. Even letting us into your home. On your day-off."
"How could I say no to her?" And her dad. Isobel smiled at him, "You're welcome anytime."
Before he could ponder if there's a deeper meaning to her words, his daughter spoiled the moment. "If you are done making heart eyes at each other, maybe you could help me out here."
Rolling his eyes, Jubal said "Yes, your highness," which earned a laugh from Isobel.
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