LEO'S POV.
I watched Isabel standing before me, her small frame practically trembling, her fingers wrangling with each other nervously as she avoided my gaze. The tension in her body was obvious, and her silence only deepened the unease growing in my chest. I couldn't help but wonder, why had she started this in the first place if she couldn’t find the courage to finish it? She wouldn't even speak.
“What is it, Isabel?” My voice was steady, though I felt far from calm. At this point I barely had any pacience left and what little I had was fast running out. “What do you want to tell me?”
Her lips parted, but the words barely made it past her throat. “I… I think Erica might know something about… about everything that’s been happening.”
I frowned, her hesitant tone making it clear she was
