Isabelle’s POV
The weight of the last few days lingered like a storm cloud, heavy and unrelenting. Every time I glanced at Nathan, my chest tightened with a mixture of relief and guilt. He was home, safe, but the questions surrounding his disappearance were far from resolved.
I sat at the breakfast table, watching him eat his cereal with a sleepy, half-hearted enthusiasm. His curls stuck to his forehead, and his small hands clutched the spoon like it was the most important task in the world.
“Mommy?” he asked, his voice breaking through my haze.
I blinked, leaning forward. “Yes, sweetheart?”
“Are we going to the park today?” he asked, tilting his head.
The simplicity of his request struck me. After everything, he just wanted to go to the park—back to normalcy. I wanted that for him t
