ISABELLA POV
I was reaching for the top shelf in my closet, trying to grab a small box of books I had wanted to go through. My hands were shaking slightly—I still hadn’t fully regained my strength—and the effort to stretch up made my muscles ache in ways I wasn’t used to.
“Isabella!”
The shout made me jump. I turned around to see Leo standing in the doorway, his face a mix of anger and worry. His eyes were sharp, almost cutting through me, and I instantly felt the weight of his disapproval.
“Why are you standing? Why aren’t you resting?” His voice was raised, filled with a force that made my heart race.
I felt my cheeks heat up, a mix of guilt and frustration. “I… I just wanted to—” I started, my voice trembling. “I just wanted to grab something. I’m fine, Leo. Really.”
“Fine?” He st
