Isabel
“Isabel, you’ve got to listen to me. This isn’t just some theory—it’s real,” Elliot’s voice crackled through the phone, sharp and urgent.
I pulled Hazel's blanket higher over her as she slept on the couch, her little face pale and tired. My fingers were shaking, and I couldn't quite tell if it was because of Elliot's words or because Hazel had barely touched her breakfast. "Elliot," I said, my voice quiet but even. "I don't have the energy for your theatrics right now. Just say what you need to say.
He huffed on the other end, clearly irritated. "This isn't dramatics. I have proof. Emails, messages… hell, even voice recordings. Isabel, you've been lied to."
My stomach churned, but I forced myself to stay calm. "Lied to about what?"
"About Jaxon," he said, and the name hit me li
