Isabelle’s POV
The sound of my phone vibrating against my nightstand was what woke me.
Then came the second buzz. Then the third.
Then the relentless ringing.
I groaned, blindly reaching for it, my fingers fumbling against the cool glass screen. I barely managed to squint at the caller ID before answering.
Stephanie.
“This better be important,” I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep.
Her voice came through the line, tight with panic. “Isabelle, you need to get up. Now.”
Something about her tone sent a chill down my spine. I sat up instantly, rubbing my eyes. “What is it?”
There was a pause, followed by the unmistakable sound of typing. “It’s everywhere. The news, the blogs, social media—your name is trending.”
I blinked, my mind still catching up. “Trending for what?”
A hesitation
