Isabelle’s POV

The second threat arrived before sunrise.

A single envelope slipped beneath my office door. No sender. No markings. Just my name scrawled across the front.

I hesitated before picking it up, my fingers stiff as I unfolded the note inside.

“The truth always comes out, Isabelle. The only question is—who will tell it first? You… or us?”

No signature. No indication of who had sent it.

But I didn’t need one.

Kaia.

I clenched my jaw, my heartbeat hammering hard in my ...