Chapter 37 – Family Secrets

Isabella's pov

The morning sun spilled gently into the dining room, painting golden patterns across the polished table. The soft clatter of silverware and the faint hiss of the espresso machine were the only sounds breaking the quiet. For the first time in days, the house felt calm—not the tense, anticipatory stillness that often settled after an attack, but a real, fleeting peace.

I had been up early, the memory of last night’s events still lingering at ...