Rylan's POV

“Where is my wife?” I dropped my files on the table, my hands slammed gently against my pockets as I questioned Isla who sat comfortably on the sofa, watching her favorite show.

She rolled her eyes towards me and replied with a murmur. “I think she'll be back in a minute.”

“Have you used your medications today?”

She picked up the remote and lowered the volume of the show displaying on the TV. She gently rose to her feet, squinting her eyes like though she didn't ...