William’s POV
I was just pulling into my garage when I saw a beat-up old truck pull into my driveway. I squinted, trying to make out the driver. Then,someone alighted from the passenger’s seat, I saw her. It was Isabella, and she was laughing. But it wasn't a normal laugh. It was manic, unhinged.
She got out of the truck and walked towards my house, her heels clicking on the pavement. She looked directly at me, her eyes wild. I felt a chill run down my spine. What was she doing here? What did she want?
I walked into the living room, and there she was, sprawled out on the couch like she owned the place. I took a deep breath and asked, "Who was that man who dropped you off?"
She smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief. "That was one of the church brothers," she said, her voice dripping
