The drive to the hospital was a blur of passing headlights and dimly lit streets, the city around her growing quieter as the night deepened. Isabella gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles white from the pressure. The weight of the photograph she had discovered, now tucked safely in her purse, pressed heavily on her mind. Her thoughts raced with questions, each one gnawing at her, demanding answers that only her father could provide.
Why didn’t he tell me? she thought, the question echoing in her mind as she navigated through the empty roads. The silence inside the car was oppressive, amplifying her anxiety. She had always trusted her father, had always believed that he would protect her from whatever dangers lurked in their world. But now, she felt a creeping doubt—had he kept
