Isabella’s POV

“Now. Run!”

My father’s frantic voice echoed in my head. I stared at the closed cell door, my heart hammering, my throat raw. The key still shook between my fingers, and every part of me wanted to rip that door back open.

‘Don’t make this harder for me, Isabella.’ His desolate plea still ripped at my heart.

My fingers tightened around the key as I pulled it from the keyhole.

I wanted to…But I didn’t. 

Because I ...