Isabelle’s POV

The morning sunlight streamed through the office windows, casting a golden glow over my desk. But the warmth of the day couldn’t chase away the chill settling in my chest.

The past few weeks had felt like walking a tightrope, with secrets and lies swirling just beneath my feet. Every step forward felt shaky, every move potentially catastrophic.

And now this.

The anonymous message had arrived in the middle of the night, a single line of text from an untraceable ...