My lips part and the words spill like milk from my mouth, "When me, Amia and John went away for the conference meeting in Los Angeles, on the 25th of October, something happened. I have never told you this but my mother and father died on that date 12 years ago in a car accident. The drunk driver was so intoxicated that he lost control over the truck he was driving and crushed my parents in the process. Annually I would rather drink myself into a state of numbness. Amia showed up at the hotel's bar where we stayed at. She practically begged me to rather just go to bed and stop drinking. I did go to my room, but she insisted on getting me room service, she said that I needed some water and food in my body to feel better. The pizza and water arrived and I thought it well for her to stay and enjoy the delicious Italian treat with me. We started talking about work and soon I told her why I drinked that night. One thing led to another and the next morning I wake up to find her next to me in my bed.", the tears glistening brightly in Isabella's a few moments ago started to roll down her delicate cheeks. The pain that she is feeling was inflicted by me and therefore I feel tenfold the emotion she does.
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