Isabelle’s POV
Nathan’s small arms wrapped tightly around my legs as he looked up at me, his innocent smile a stark contrast to the tension hanging in the air. My heart ached as I gently smoothed his curls, trying to hide the turmoil raging inside me.
“Nathan,” I said softly, crouching to his level, “Mommy needs a minute. I’m speaking with a visitor right now, okay?”
His little face scrunched up in disappointment. “But Mommy—”
“I know,” I interrupted, brushing my fingers against his cheek, “but I promise I’ll come find you as soon as I’m done.”
He hesitated but finally nodded, his trust in me unwavering. “Okay, Mommy.”
As he turned and padded out of the room, I straightened, my eyes locking onto Kaia’s. Her expression was a mix of shock and curiosity, her earlier anger momentarily re
