A DAY. It had been a day since Isabella had received that message from that unknown number. It had been a day since that dreadful feeling gripped her.
Despite the conclusion and resolution she had made yesterday, she still couldn't shake off that feeling. The feeling that kept on warning her that something was going to happen, something big and horrible. And it had kept her tense and anxious the whole time.
She couldn't concentrate on anything after she had read the message. And no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that nothing would happen, and even if it did, she—they would be able to handle it, she couldn't calm herself, and that feeling wouldn't budge but only intensified.
Seeing how overwhelmingly strong that feeling was, Isabella's anxiety deepened, as Isabella knew better than anyone not to ignore her gut feelings, as her instinct was never wrong. And she had learned the consequence of ignoring it the hard way.
