The Past Never Sleeps
Isabelle’s Apartment – 9:02 AM
The knock on Isabelle’s door was sharp, deliberate—like a warning shot.
She opened it without checking the peephole, only to find Daniel standing there, rage simmering beneath his calm expression. His presence made her throat dry up instantly.
“Daniel—” she started.
He pushed past her without a word.
“Is there something you want to tell me?” he asked, pacing her living room like a storm waiting to break.
Isabelle’s heart stuttered. “I don’t know what you mean—”
He turned on her. “Don’t lie to me. Not today.”
She swallowed hard. “Who told you?”
“Does it matter? You had my child and kept it from me for years. Years, Isabelle.”
“I was protecting her!” Isabelle snapped, finally finding her voice. “You were spiraling. You were slee
