Kylian
Marcus called me the moment Isabella left the hotel, his voice carefully neutral in the way I'd learned meant he was suppressing something closer to alarm.
"She's on her way back now," he said. "But I thought you should know, the woman she met with didn't leave right away. She sat in that room alone for almost forty minutes after Isabella walked out."
I met Isabella at the door when she arrived, and the moment I saw her face, pale and drawn in a way I hadn't seen since the earliest weeks after the river, I understood the conversation had cost her more than she'd let herself anticipate.
"She knows," Isabella said, before I could ask. "I told her everything."
"How did she take it?"
"Shocked. Horrified. I don't think she fully believed me until I described details only Ella would
