ISAAC’S POV
My mind was still on the call logs.
How did I call her?
Was I drunk?
Even then… how did I not remember when I called her—or what we talked about?
None of it made sense.
The logical thing would be to confront her. Ask directly.
But—
Just then my phone buzzed on the desk.
I didn’t reach for it immediately.
Lately, every notification felt like it carried something I didn’t want to see.
Still… something about this one felt different.
I picked it up.
Unknown number.
Of course. I’d been getting a lot of those lately.
I opened the message.
What if the baby’s father is closer than you think… won’t that hurt you?
For a moment, I didn’t move.
Didn’t blink.
Then I read it again—slower this time.
Word for word.
My jaw tightened as I leaned back in my chair, eyes fixed
