Chapter 81.

 Isabella ran into her aunty’s arms like it was the only place where solace resided, her sob growing stronger and uncontainable.   Amma stared below her chin at the sobbing Isabella, uncertain of what was happening. She hesitated for some seconds wrapping her hands around Isabella’s body.   Her eyes flickered with amusement. “Are you fine?” She inquired, worries dominating her expression.   Isabella said nothing, every sob growing louder than the last.   She leaned into her aunt, wrapping her arms firmly around her aunt’s body as though her aunt was going to disappear if she didn't hold her that close.   Isabelle whimpered, struggling to find solace in the arms that were once the only peaceful place.   This past year that she had spent with Ignazio had shaped her in ways she didn't realize. No other person’s arms made sense to her, but today, she was running from those hands that rendered her happiness.   Amma’s hand moved to Isabella’s hair. “It's okay,” She whispered inaudible