Not over yet

Isabel’s POV

It’s been a week since the police raided Cynthia’s hideout.

And still, somehow, she manages to slip through their fingers.

I sit quietly, mind far away from the cheerful chatter around me. I should be focused—there’s a wedding to plan, guests to invite, decisions to make—but my thoughts are stuck in the past week.

Cynthia. Escaping.

Again.

She’s never struck me as the type to prepare this thoroughly. All her life, she’s acted on impulse, riding on emotion like it was a weapon. But this? It feels calculated. Too precise. 

The only person I ever thought might’ve helped her—James—was caught during the raid. Tried to run but didn’t get far. And yet, even in custody, he hasn’t said a word. Not a name. Not even a hint.

And still, somehow, Cynthia manages to stay hidden.

Still slips through every net they throw.

How? Who else is helping her?

The question loops endlessly in my mind.

When the authorities asked