Isabel's POV
"Elliot, I'm not meeting you until you tell me what this is about," I said, tightening my grip on the phone. My voice sounded calmer than I thought it would, but inside, my heart was racing.
He chuckled lightly, the sort of chuckle that wasn't reassuring at all. "You always had trust issues, Isabel. I understand. Really, I do. This isn't an easy conversation to have.
Cut the crap," I snapped, pacing the length of my tiny living room. "If you've got something to say, say it now. Otherwise, I'm hanging up."
There was a long pause on the other end, like he was deciding whether to push me further or just get to the point. Finally, he spoke, his tone quieter but no less firm.
"I found something-something that changes everything. It's about Jaxon and his father."
I stopped mid
