Chapter 11. Falling Into Fate

Isabel’s POV

I feel the frustration bubbling inside me as I stand in the small, cramped kitchen with my parents. 

The morning light filters through the worn-out curtains, casting a soft glow on the old wooden table where my mother, Celyn, was packing up her cleaning tools.

I can't stand sitting around anymore, feeling useless while everyone else is busy working. 

Joining her might just be an escape route for me. 

I tilt my head to the side. 

“I’m coming with you,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady, but determination clear. 

“No, you can’t,” My Mom says, not letting her eyes meet mine. 

I knew she would say no. She never liked me going cleaning with her. I