Isabel, my name is Isabel
Chapter 1
AN:i most apologize though, because this story is meant to be in spanish, every time i read it in english i have the feeling i'm missing something....btw, is one shot but im translating bit my bit.
-“Isabel, my name is Isabel.”
-“All right, Isabel, I need you to tell me what happened, you know, don’t you?”
Isabel looked up to see him, and observed the chief of police thoroughly, with her eyes filled with tears.
How dare that man ask her such a thing? Couldn’t he see the pain going through her just at the bare mention of the incident? It was an intense, penetrating pain that was tearing her delicate soul apart.
The chief of police interpreted her long silence, barely interrupted by the sound of her tears crashing with the cold table.
-“OK, maybe is not the best moment, but I must tell you that we’ve found a suspect.”-he then kept silent and observed her, to see the expression on her face.
But Isabel just let out sigh, which was interpreted as a good sign, without knowing how wrong he was.
-“Follow me, please.”-Chief Garcés told her. She stood up from her sit, trembling and followed him. He stood up as well and led her through different corridors in the police department.
Isabel was walking by pure instinct, behind him, looking without looking; with her head down, her thoughts were somewhere else, in another moment, just a few hours ago.
-“Isabel, my name is Isabel.”
-“All right, Isabel, I need you to tell me what happened, you know, don’t you?”
Isabel looked up to see him, and observed the chief of police thoroughly, with her eyes filled with tears.
How dare that man ask her such a thing? Couldn’t he see the pain going through her just at the bare mention of the incident? It was an intense, penetrating pain that was tearing her delicate soul apart.
The chief of police interpreted her long silence, barely interrupted by the sound of her tears crashing with the cold table.
-“OK, maybe is not the best moment, but I must tell you that we’ve found a suspect.”-he then kept silent and observed her, to see the expression on her face.
But Isabel just let out sigh, which was interpreted as a good sign, without knowing how wrong he was.
-“Follow me, please.”-Chief Garcés told her. She stood up from her sit, trembling and followed him. He stood up as well and led her through different corridors in the police department.
Isabel was walking by pure instinct, behind him, looking without looking; with her head down, her thoughts were somewhere else, in another moment, just a few hours ago.