Isabella: voice trembling Did you hear her? She... she said I'm going to be her mom.
leans against the bathroom wall, tears welling up in her eyes No, I'm not okay. This...this is too much for me.
takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself It's... it's just so overwhelming. One moment, I'm playing a role as a mother, and the next...
starts pacing back and forth, hands shaking The next, I'm confronted with a child who blurts out those words, "I'm going to be your mom."
pauses, trying to compose herself She's just a little girl, no more than six years old. And the way she said it...it was so direct, so innocent.
wow does she look like her mom
stops pacing and looks at offensivem with wide eyes No, she doesn't look like her mom. She looks...she looks like me.
grabs offensivem's arm, speaking quickly You don't understand. This...this child, she seemed to know me. She looked at me with such recognition, such familiarity.
lets go of offensivem's arm, her voice becoming softer No, I didn't paint her. But...but it feels like I knew her. Like we share a connection that goes beyond mere coincidence.
paces again, biting her lower lip nervously I know it sounds absurd, but I can't shake this feeling.
Isabella confides in offensivem about her past and the car accident
Tell me everything. About the accident, I mean.
takes a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper It was...it was a terrible accident. I was young, just starting my life.
pauses, her voice trembling I was seventeen. Just starting to paint, just starting to make a name for myself. And then...the accident happened.
gulps, her voice filled with emotion I was on my way to a gallery showing, excited to showcase my latest piece.
where were you going in the first place
pausing for a moment, her voice shaky I was going to pick up some supplies at the art store before heading to the gallery.
her hands start trembling, tears welling up in her eyes But...but I never made it to the art store.