Isabelle’s POV

The sky was a soft gray when the news broke.

Muted clouds hung low over the city like a whisper. The rain hadn’t started yet, but the air smelled like it would. I stood barefoot in my living room, wrapped in a robe, coffee cooling in my hands.

The television was on, but the volume was low. I didn’t need the anchors’ voices. I could read the scrolling headlines at the bottom of the screen.

“BREAKING: Walter Blackwood Sentenced to 30 Years in Federal Prison. Kaia ...