Isabel’s POV
Soon, Roy pulled the car into the driveway. I look at the familiar sight of our mansion, it's a sense of relief. The grand facade and the lush landscaping are a comfort reminder of home.
“Isabel, are you sure you’re okay?.” He says, turning to me with a concerning expression. “Should we go to the hospital?”
I shook my head, offering a reassuring smile. “No, Roy, it’s okay. I just need to be home. I’ll be fine.”
He nods, still clearly worried.
I made my way to the familiar warmth of the foyer, the rich textures surrounding me were like a soft whisper of reassurance. This is home—a haven where the world feels distant and safe.
As I sank into the plush couch inside, I’m met by a loud, piercing scream that echoed through the house.
For a moment, my heart freezes, my mind
