Alexander’s POV
My phone rings, startling me from the whirlwind of thoughts that have clouded my mind ever since I told my mom about taking up the task.
I check the ID and instantly bring the phone to my ear as Collins’ voice flows through the speaker.
“Alex, just as you asked me to, I’ve run some investigations on this present Isabel…” He pauses, as if hesitating on what to say next.
My breath catches in my throat as a million thoughts race through my mind. Why is he pausing? I know something is up. This woman isn’t Claire; she’s Isabel. She has to be. This is just some elaborate ruse. But how? “C’mon, Collins, this isn’t the time to pause. Just spill it, will you?” I say darkly, my hand tightening around the phone in anticipation.
“Hey, relax. I know you won’t believe it, but what I
