Chapter 904

Isabella's POV

“It was a picture of my real mother.” His lips quivered as he looked at Logan, his voice breaking. “She was lying dead on the ground.”

The room turned ice cold.

No one spoke. No one moved.

My breath hitched in my throat as I felt the walls closing in even further.

“It had writing on it,” Damien continued, voice thick with emotion. “It said she was killed years ago.”

I didn’t realize I had taken a step back until I felt the edge of the table press against my spine.

Who?

Who had done it?

Who had put that picture in his bag?

My mind raced through the possibilities, but my panic made it impossible to focus.

I had worked too hard, covered my tracks too well.

And yet… someone had managed to slip a piece of my crime right into Damien’s school bag without me knowing.

Damien sniffled, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. 

“I don’t know who put it there,” he admitted, his