~ Isabella’s POV

When the cab pulled up to Luscious’s place, I handed the driver some of the money Agnes had given me and thanked him before stepping out. The house loomed before me, and I took a deep breath, clutching the bag tightly as I walked up the path. It was time to face the next step of this journey.

As I approached the door, my heart raced, unsure of what kind of reception I would get. The past few days felt like a blur, an endless swirl of pain and confusion. But as I stood in ...