Isabelle’s POV
The cold night air pressed against my skin, but I barely noticed.
My heart pounded as I stood frozen on the front porch, staring at the man in front of me.
I knew him.
Even in the dim light, the sharp angles of his face, the piercing gaze, the confidence in his posture—it all clicked into place.
Brian.
A thousand questions ran through my mind, but none of them made it past my lips.
I had trusted Brian once.
He had been kind to me when I needed someone, offered stability when my world was falling apart.
But now, here he was—standing in the shadows like a ghost from my past, claiming to be the only key to taking Kaia and Walter down.
The weight of his words still echoed in my mind.
I took a slow step forward, keeping my voice steady. “What the hell are you doing her
