isax
Ten Thousand Club
Isabel blinked at how rapidly Dawson assumed it was his fault. Before she could even tell him not to worry about it, he was apologizing to her. "Dawson, it's not your fault. There's nothing to be sorry for, I promise." She reassured him, taking his hands in hers before she bit her lip. "I'm sorry I do it a lot. It's no ones fault but my own. I get carried away in my thoughts." Sighing softly, Isabel shook away the bad vibes before she happily dug into her dinner. She could tell the curiosity was killing him and she was finally going to open up which was a huge step for her. "Six, I'm alright. Just doing what I do best and overthinking." Finally, she came out with the question that was stuck in her mind. "What was your wife like?"