ISABELLA'S POV
The apartment was the kind of beautiful that felt like an accusation when you were alone in it.
I'd chosen everything in it carefully. The furniture, the art on the walls, the particular shade of the curtains that caught afternoon light and made the whole room look like something worth photographing. I'd built this space the way I built most things, with taste, intention and the understanding that the right environment shaped the right life.
Tonight it just felt empty.
I set my bag down, changed out of my clothes and poured wine I didn't drink. I stood in the middle of the living room in silence and felt the day settle over me.
Dominic's face across his desk this morning. The control in it, the warning underneath it. I sat on the couch.
My mind drifted to him at twent
