Isla’s POV
“You said… you have an informant?” I asked my mother, voice low now. Dangerous, even.
She straightened slightly, regaining some of her composure. “Yes.”
“Who?”
She hesitated. That hesitation told me everything.
“Your source told you what?” I pressed.
Her gaze flickered briefly toward Silas before landing back on me. “That Dr. Pierce knows something about your father’s death.”
The world tilted sideways. For a split second, I forgot how to breathe.
Dr. Pierce.
The memory of him casually mentioning my father days ago flashed through my mind like lightning striking dry ground.
My stomach twisted violently. But anger surged louder than fear.
“You don’t get to investigate my father,” I snapped. “You lost that right the moment you left.”
Her expression hardened. “I never s
