Isla woke up early to get ready for work, determined not to delay Jaxon by being unprepared.

Once she finished, she sat on her bed for a moment, idly scrolling through her phone. It didn’t take long for boredom to set in, prompting her to get up and stretch her legs. She stepped out of the bedroom and into the living room, deciding to feed her curiosity.

Her gaze quickly landed on an artistic portrait hanging on the wall. The living room was eerily quiet, as if frozen in ...