Isabelle’s POV
The morning sun spilled through the curtains, filling my bedroom with warmth. It should have been comforting, but instead, it felt like a spotlight, exposing the chaos of my thoughts. After the storm Damion had stirred last night, I couldn’t shake the unease clinging to me. His words, his presence—they lingered like smoke in the air, impossible to ignore.
I sat at the breakfast table with Nathan, his cheerful humming a stark contrast to the turmoil in my chest. He munched on a piece of toast, oblivious to the storm brewing inside me.
“Mommy,” he said between bites, “can we go to the park today?”
I forced a smile, brushing his curls back affectionately. “We’ll see, sweetheart. Mommy has some work to do first, okay?”
He nodded, happily returning to his breakfast. Watching
