Isabella had been about to do something, but she couldn't remember what. Micah had left for work and she was alone in the apartment again. It wasn't so bad, except for sometimes she caught herself sitting and staring at nothing in particular.
The knock on the door jerked her out of her temporary daze and she stood, looking down at herself. She just had on a dark pink Marilyn sweater, but it was huge and hung nearly to her knees, made looser by the fact that she'd lost about fifteen pounds since her mother had passed. She looked through the peep hole and managed a smile as she opened the door.
"Del!" she said, smiling at him. "Long time no see."