Isabella’s POV

I think the interrogation is over. I truly, honestly, foolishly believe that once the twins finish accusing Peter and me of living in sin, once Cole threatens to confiscate their imaginary priest badges, and once Elena nearly chokes on laughter, we will all move on with our lives. I underestimate them. Greatly. Because just when I think I can finally sit down, breathe, and maybe enjoy a cup of tea like a normal traumatized adult trying to rebuild her life, Daniella tilts her ...