Isabella’s POV

I was at an impasse. I had no way of leaving the house by myself. Lately, I haven't worried overly much about Ethan's insistence on a security team. Sure, in my previous life, I'd chafed at what appeared to be a spiteful restriction. I had often attempted to sneak away and had always gotten caught. Except for that one time…and look how that had ended up.

I was more understanding this time around—at least I had been because I didn't have ...