Chapter 12

Chapter 12Isabella’s POV49Mateo looked up the moment I stepped back into the living room, a green marker clutched in his small hand as he hunched over his drawing. His little brow furrowed in concentration before he brightened when he saw“Mommy?” he asked. “Who was at the door?”My pulse skittered. I forced a steady breath and crossed the room, smoothing the anxiety off my face before kneeling beside him.“It was just someone from work,” I said lightly, brushing a curl from his forehead. “Nothing important.”