Isabel paced the length of her room, phone clutched tightly in her hand, her heart pounding so hard it made her ears ring. The last image on her screen was still burned into her mind, isaac and Vera, dressed to perfection, lips locked in a kiss that mocked every promise he had ever whispered to her. She hadn’t even realized she was whispering until she heard her own voice.

"No, this has to be a mistake," she was convinced she was seeing things and there was no way Issac would do something ...