An hour later Isabella was laying on her sofa with a throw blanket over her, Casper cuddled up to her chest and the television flicking a commercial about indigestion medication making her wonder if the ache in her chest was caused by the popcorn or by the fear of losing Cam if he knew her truth.
Her phone rang and she grabbed it knowing it was Clara.
“We got him.”
“Alive?”
“Yes,” she said quietly, “but we’re taking him to Mikhail’s and this time I’m not leaving until I have a serious conversation with Mikhail, Raisa and Evgeni. If he continues to harass my family, I will not be held responsible. Mikhail wouldn’t tolerate this kind of bullshit from anyone if it were happening to his family. I need him to understand I won’t either.”
“Okay,” she said quietly. “Where did you find him?”
