The weight of Mr. Timothy’s words settled heavily between us.
A woman who used to work for Rachel?
I studied his face, trying to decipher his reaction. His fingers twitched slightly, his body tense as if expecting something to go horribly wrong.
Whoever Isabella was, her presence at the door wasn’t a coincidence.
A second knock echoed through the room, firmer this time. “Mr. Timothy, I know you’re in there. We need to talk.”
His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. “We shouldn’t open it.”
I frowned. “Why not? If she’s an enemy, she wouldn’t be knocking.”
His gaze flickered to the door, his voice low. “You don’t understand. Rachel doesn’t let people leave her service unless she wants them to.”
A shiver ran through me. “So you think she’s still working for Rachel?”
He exhaled slowly,
