~ Isabella’s POV

With Luscious’s help, Elias made his way back to me. My heart pounded as he handed the album to me, his hands trembling slightly as they hovered over mine. “These… these belonged to your parents,” he said softly, his voice breaking. “Inside are their pictures… and photos of you when you were just a child.”

I stared at the album in my hands, unable to speak. My fingers brushed against the rough, aged leather, and something stirred inside me—a strange mixture of ...