Chapter 92

Isabella

The cold marble under my bare feet should have been a shock, but I barely felt it. I stood in the middle of the grand foyer like I was stuck in a bad dream, my silk robe twisted around me from rushing downstairs so fast. I hadn’t even looked in the mirror. My hair was a mess, still damp from my shower, and I probably looked like hell.

I thought it would be Matteo at the door again, maybe some new discovery about the Gardener and the car, maybe something else to make my world fall apart. But nothing in my wildest imagination prepared me for this. I never expected my father to show up like a ghost from my worst memories, ready to tear me apart with words sharper than any knife.

Leo was missing.

Those three words kept bouncing around in my head, hitting me over and over again. My little brother. The only person left in this screwed-up world who still looked at me like I hung the moon. The only ray of sunshine I had in my cloudy head, the o