Isabelle’s POV

The cold night air pressed against my skin, but I barely noticed.

My heart pounded as I stood frozen on the front porch, staring at the man in front of me.

I knew him.

Even in the dim light, the sharp angles of his face, the piercing gaze, the confidence in his posture—it all clicked into place.

Brian.

A thousand questions ran through my mind, but none of them made it past my lips.

I had trusted Brian once.

He had been kind to me when I needed someone, offered ...