Isabel’s POV
“Ma’am, Ma’am.” Christine’s voice cuts through my thoughts, her tone soft but insistent.
I blink, shaking off the haze, and lean back in my chair with a sigh.
“Is everything alright? You seemed lost for a moment.” She leans in slightly, her brows knitting with concern.
I don’t respond right away. Instead, I exhale deeply, letting my shoulders slump. How do I even begin to explain the strange feeling this unknown number stirs in me?
Christine straightens, recognizing my silence. “You’ve got a packed schedule today, ma’am. I suggest we get started.” She places an iPad on my desk.
I glance at the screen but remain quiet. My thoughts keep drifting back to the countless times that number has called. What if it’s an emergency? I sit up abruptly and reach for my phone. Or what
