Isabel’s POV
I lean back in my seat, the call meeting with one of our investors over. My eyes close for a moment, but my mind doesn’t follow.
It drifts back to that night after the party, when I asked my mom what was going on. She brushed it off, like always, saying it was nothing.
But her actions tell a different story—talks of more security, more bodyguards. Why? What could they be hiding from me?
I take a deep breath, trying to make sense of it. I feel lost, like I’ve been walking through fog ever since that night five years ago.
Since she’d died in my place. And yet, this feeling… it’s different. Recently. Unsettling.
I remember Aurora also telling me that Cynthia had seen the kids at the welcoming party, and I can’t help but feel angry at her for keeping that from me.
But
