Chapter 585

Isabella’s POV

Layla was supposed to be gone.

Dead.

She had to be.

And yet, a small voice in my head whispered…what if she isn’t?

I shook the thought away and stood up.

I needed answers.

I needed to hear it again.

And I knew exactly who to ask.

An hour later, I found myself standing outside Damien’s room.

I knocked lightly before pushing the door open.

He was sitting at his desk, his back turned to me, completely engrossed in his laptop.

He didn’t even turn around.

Typical.

Damien had changed so much over the years.

The little seven-year-old boy who used to run into my arms, who used to believe every word I said, was now twelve…sharp, observant, and far too smart for his own good.

And now, he was starting to question things.

That was dangerous.

I cleared my throat. “Damien.”

He turned his head slightly but kept his eyes on the screen. “