Isabelle’s POV

Nathan’s small arms wrapped tightly around my legs as he looked up at me, his innocent smile a stark contrast to the tension hanging in the air. My heart ached as I gently smoothed his curls, trying to hide the turmoil raging inside me.

“Nathan,” I said softly, crouching to his level, “Mommy needs a minute. I’m speaking with a visitor right now, okay?”

His little face scrunched up in disappointment. “But Mommy—”

“I know,” I interrupted, brushing my ...