Isabelle’s POV

Something was wrong.

I felt it before I even stepped out of the car.

The moment I pulled into my driveway, my stomach twisted. The lights in my house were off, even though I always left the porch light on for Nathan.

A chill ran down my spine.

I reached for my phone, gripping it tightly as I opened my car door. The quietness around me was too unnatural, too deliberate.

My fingers trembled as I dialed Nathan’s nanny.

The phone rang once. Twice. Then—

“The number ...