The drive home was quiet, the city lights blurring past as Isabelle’s mind drifted.
Marcus had been understanding tonight—more than he needed to be. But that nagging feeling still lingered, the one that whispered something wasn’t right. That she was holding back for a reason.
And she knew exactly what that reason was.
By the time she pulled into the driveway, exhaustion had settled deep in her bones. She slipped out of the car, kicking off her heels at the door as she stepped inside. The house was still, the quiet hum of the central heating the only sound. It was late enough that the staff had left, the twins tucked safely in bed.
She made her way upstairs, pausing by their bedroom door. The soft glow of their nightlight cast gentle shadows across their faces, their breathing slow and
