This Ain't Love: MC Romance (BDMC: Second Generation Book 1) by A.M. Myers

Author:A.M. Myers [Myers, A.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: FinLi Publishing
Published: 2021-07-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Isabelle

It’s all gone.

When Diego called Captain Grier back a little over an hour ago and he explained what was going on, I didn’t believe it. I couldn’t. It was impossible to wrap my mind around what he was saying but now, as I stand in front of the smoldering shell of what used to be my home, the reality that I’ve lost everything crashes into me. There were countless photos of me, friends, family that spanned years and now, they’re just gone. Priceless mementos that I had collected over the years that I can never get back. Every single thing I owned was in this house, except for the one bag of clothes now at Diego’s, and I’ve lost it all. Tears sting my eyes and my hands shake, my mind flipping through each single room and cataloguing everything in that space like a mental tally of the things that were ripped away from me today. But I only get as far as the downstairs guest bedroom before my knees give out and I sink to the ground.

I have nothing.

It’s all gone.

What am I going to do?

As my mind spins with questions, I remember a photo album that I kept on a bookshelf in the living room. The Christmas after I turned seven, my mother gave me a Polaroid camera. I absolutely loved it and I carted that thing around with me everywhere, snapping shots of my sister and me. She was one of my only friends back then, the only person who really understood me and I took so many photos of the two of us, photos that were in that album and photos that I’ll never get back. My chest aches as a tear slips down my cheek. Firefighters are still milling around the scene and Diego is behind me with four of his brothers but I don’t care who sees me crying right now. I can’t stop the tears and I can’t bring myself to give a shit as I jump to all the things I’ll miss the most.

In my jewelry box upstairs, there was a ring given to me by my mom but it had originally belonged to her mother. It was the ring my grandfather gave her when he got down on one knee and asked her to be his wife. I can still remember sitting in her lap as a little girl, listening to her tell the story of how they met and fell in love with tears in her eyes and a big smile on her face. Then Papa would come in and they’d just stop and stare at each other with so much love in their eyes that I was convinced their story was a real-life fairy tale. When Papa died of a heart attack when I was eight, Lita was absolutely heartbroken. She died just three months later and I was always convinced that living without Papa was just too much sorrow for her to bear. After the funeral, my mom gave me the ring and a note, telling me that Lita had wanted me to have them.

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