The new office was still in its early days bright, open space that Isabelle had painstakingly transformed into a sanctuary for creativity and business. Late in the afternoon, golden light filtered in through wide windows, casting gentle shadows on freshly painted walls and neatly arranged desks. It was a place that embodied hope, a testament to Isabelle's determination to rebuild her life despite the chaos swirling around her.
Isabelle sat at her desk, poring over spreadsheets and marketing plans for her toy business. Every so often, she would glance at the framed photos of Elliott and Amelia on a side table, reminders of the life she was fighting to protect. Today, the numbers on the screen blurred into the background as her mind drifted to the custody battle and the uncertainty of tomor
