Chapter 200

Chapter 200

Isabella’s POV

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By the time I got home, my hands were still cold. It didn’t really make sense. The drive had been long enough. The walk from the car to the building had been normal. Nothing out of place. Nothing unusual.

And yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted, like a line had been crossed.

The moment I stepped inside, the familiar sounds of the house wrapped around me-Caterina in the kitchen, her voice carrying as she argued with Maria about something that smelled faintly of garlic and herbs, Mateo’s laughter echoing from the living room.

Everything was normal. Safe.