Chapter 64 – Isabelle’s Breakdown
**** Isabelle’s POV ****
The safehouse had no windows that opened. She’d never really noticed before, not until the air began to taste stale in her lungs.
The walls were a dull gray, the kind of color that didn’t just fail to reflect light—it seemed to swallow it whole. Every sound was muffled, like the building itself was trying to smother her.
Isabelle sat on the edge of the bed, her hands clenched in the sheets, knuckles pale. She’d been sitting there for hours, but it felt like days. She could hear voices from the hallway—men moving around, checking security feeds, someone dropping a magazine into a rifle with a sharp click. The world kept turning in this place, but hers had stopped weeks ago.
She tried breathing slow, deep. It didn’t help. The ai
