Isabel’s POV
I swing slowly in my chair, letting the motion soothe me as I gaze out of my office window, watching the clouds drift lazily across the sky.
Today is supposed to be a special day—her birthday. But she’s not here anymore. She’s gone. Six feet below the ground.
She’d sacrificed herself to make sure I was safe, to give me a chance to live. Memories flash before me—of her laughter filling the house, her warm smile, her comforting arms. For a moment, I’m pulled back into those happy days, feeling that old familiar love.
A soft knock on the door pulls me back to the present. I glance up to see Christine entering the room, her expression composed, yet there’s a sense of urgency in her steps.
She places an iPad on my desk, clearing her throat. “Miss Aria won’t be able to make
