Chapter 61 Meeting Isabel Bellini

• When Roxanne and her son were driven back to the sinister-looking Gothic mansion in the suburbs, away from any other residences, Roxanne felt a chill spread over her. It was evening, dusk, to be precise, and she shuddered, hugging her son close to her chest. Xander was perched on her lap, taking in the passing scenery with wide eyes.
• He had already asked her, almost a dozen times, why he could not go to play with his friends, the twins who had lived close to them. Roxanne bit her lip, struggling to control her irrational fear.
• Somehow, the foreboding in her heart was making her breath quicken in fright.