Chapter 82.

 Isabella's lashes fluttered and her eyes opened. Her hands gripped her head sharply and she grimaced at the sharp headache, winching slightly.   Her lashes fluttered open and her eyes met with the familiar ceiling. She blinked back— an attempt to shove the blurry view away.   When she opened her eyes again, her vision was finally clear but the ache in her head didn't reduce.  Isabella groaned, sitting upright. She looked around, recognizing the room—she had recognized it at the first glance of it.   This was her previous room. Her safe space. The only place she ran to when Annable picked on her, or her uncle found petty reasons to bully her.   Isabella exhaled. Struggling to get out of bed, but her forehead pinched.   “Ouch!” She winched, gripping her head at once.   She breathed in, her right eye slightly closed as she massaged her forehead gently.   Isabella remained in that position, holding onto her forehead and grimacing from the pain that slithered through her head. She