Faith's Pov
I was shaking like a leaf and my mind was just going bogus.
“ Can you go play with the others or maybe draw a picture outside,” I told Marco, running a hand through his slightly messy brown hair.
He beamed at me, already halfway to the door, but then he paused, his brow furrowed with serious concern. “Mommy, can I play with Isabella today? She has a big blue truck.”
The mention of Isabella’s name felt like a hard knock in my chest. Isabella was sweet, gentle, and utterly harmless, a perfect little angel. But she was related to Alice. And right now, trust was a foreign word.
“No, baby. Not today,” I said, trying to keep my voice light and steady.
He pouted. “Why not? Isabella is really, really nice. She let me have the red pencil yesterday.”
I knelt down, meeting his eye
