Aurora pov

As we reached the door, Isabel grabbed my arm, her fingers digging into my sleeve.

“Manuel, please,” she whispered urgently, her voice shaking. “Tell her not to do this.”

Manuel didn’t say a word. His jaw was tight as we moved closer to the door, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

When we stopped in front of it, just as I reached for the doorknob, Isabel tightened her grip on my arm.

Her brows twisted together, her eyes pleading with me to reconsider. She couldn’t say ...