Isabelle’s POV

The past had sharp teeth.

It never truly let go. It only lingered in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to sink its fangs into your skin and drag you back under. Not like the past would remain in the past anyway.

Tonight, it had found me again.

I had just finished tucking Nathan into bed, pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead, when I heard it—a knock at the door.

Not a soft, uncertain tap.

But-

A firm, relentless pounding.

I knew who it was before I even ...