Isa cursed aloud, running her fingers through her hair as she paced on the porch.
The house was a mess, as if someone had emptied it in a rush. The furniture was scattered, books were scattered on the floor, I could see glass shards in the middle of the living room as well.
“You should stay out here,” I said to Isa. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
On a normal day, she would’ve snapped at me and said something about being sexist, but she must have been so frustrated that she didn’t even pay attention to me. She just kept murmuring words under her breath.
“Come with me,” I said to Carlos. “But stay close to the door. I need to have eyes on Isa at all times.”
“Of course. What do you think happened here? Maybe the boy was attacked?”
I shook my head. “if he was, there would be more blood.
