Isabelle’s POV

The moment my car turned onto my street, my stomach dropped. I hated the way this day made me felt.

A swarm of reporters, photographers, and camera crews stood outside my gate, their flashes already firing like gunshots through the evening haze.

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, heart pounding.

They had found me. They had found where I lived. What now?

Nathan shifted in his seat, his small voice breaking the heavy silence. “Mommy…”

I forced a smile, ...