Isabella's POV
I didn't remember heading back to the office, but I somehow made it in one piece.
“...ask your husband how he really got that scar on his chest. See if he'll tell you the truth this time. That it was a gift from his dear old father-in-law…"
No, that couldn't be true. If I even dared to consider there was any truth to those words, then I would have to consider what else was true. That my mother's death hadn't been a cruel instance of fate? That my father was a drug dealer? None of that could be true.
But—
“Isabella!"
I startled in surprise as someone shook my shoulder. I glanced up at Cade, who was standing over me with a concerned look. “Are you okay? I've been calling out to you forever. You seem a bit out of it today."
I opened my mouth to tell him I was fine, but
