Isabelle’s POV
The moment my car turned onto my street, my stomach dropped. I hated the way this day made me felt.
A swarm of reporters, photographers, and camera crews stood outside my gate, their flashes already firing like gunshots through the evening haze.
I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, heart pounding.
They had found me. They had found where I lived. What now?
Nathan shifted in his seat, his small voice breaking the heavy silence. “Mommy…”
I forced a smile, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “It’s okay, baby. Just stay in your seat and don’t say anything, alright?”
He nodded quickly, his eyes wide, frightened.
I wasn’t even fully parked when the voices erupted. They all rushed towards the car, pressing hard with their numbers against the windows. Nathan flinched.
