Isabella’s POV

I couldn’t breathe as my father’s words pounded through my head on repeat.

‘I did this to myself.’

I assessed each scar anew, my perspective wholly different than a few seconds ago, and all the more terrifying for its implications.

‘I did this to myself.’

“You know, I was about your age when I met your mother. It was love at first sight,” he muttered wistfully. “You’ve heard that story a thousand times before, ...