Isabelle’s POV
Something was wrong.
I felt it before I even stepped out of the car.
The moment I pulled into my driveway, my stomach twisted. The lights in my house were off, even though I always left the porch light on for Nathan.
A chill ran down my spine.
I reached for my phone, gripping it tightly as I opened my car door. The quietness around me was too unnatural, too deliberate.
My fingers trembled as I dialed Nathan’s nanny.
The phone rang once. Twice. Then—
“The number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable.”
My heart dropped.
No.
I rushed toward the front door, my keys slipping in my sweaty palm. The moment I shoved the key into the lock and turned it, I felt the resistance.
The door was already unlocked.
A surge of fear shot through me, but I pushed forward,
