Chapter 811

Isabella's POV

I sank deeper into the couch, my body feeling heavy, my chest tight. What if Damien told him? What if right now, at this very moment, my little boy was spilling everything to his father?

My heart raced, my throat tightening as I pictured it…Damien’s innocent eyes looking up at Logan, his small voice trembling as he said, “Mommy has pictures... pictures of dead people.”

I could almost see the look of shock on Logan’s face, his brows knitting together as he tried to understand what Damien was saying. And then, the anger. The disgust.

Would he believe Damien? Would he believe our twelve-year-old son over me?

I didn’t know. I honestly didn’t know.

But the thought made my blood run cold. I wrapped my arms around myself, rocking back and forth as I tried to push the images out of my head. 

But they wouldn’t go away. They were seared into my mind, haunting me.

What if Damien told him about the pictures? Ab