Isabella

Earlier

“Mom,” I said, answering my phone and closing the office door. I walked back to my desk. “I tried to call you last night.” I sat in the white leather chair.

Her sobs came through the phone.

“I can’t understand what you’re saying.” Panic rose within me. “Are you hurt?” I stood, gripping my phone tighter. “Is it Noemi? Tony?”

“Isabella…” She struggled for breath. “Dario wants to do…He’s a vile, awful ...