Elena’s POV

When Isabella’s name lights up my phone, my chest tightens, my hands tremble slightly as if they are trying to protect me from the flood of memories that always follow the sound of her voice, and for a moment, I hesitate, letting it ring until I can almost hear Cole’s sharp, protective warning echoing through my mind. Every instinct tells me to ignore it, to let the past remain buried and the mistakes remain someone else’s problem, but there is a part of me, a small, ...