Chapter 939

Isabella’s POV

I couldn’t stop pacing.

The thoughts in my head refused to settle, swirling around like a storm I couldn’t escape. No matter how much I tried to reason with myself, the same terrifying possibility kept coming back.

That child.

That little boy who looked too much like Logan.

I needed answers. And I needed them now.

Without wasting another second, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and dialed a number I hadn’t used in a long time. My informant.

It rang twice before a gruff voice answered. “Isabella?”

“I need information,” I said quickly, my voice sharp with urgency. “Now.”

A low chuckle came through the line. “It’s been a while since you called me like this. What’s got you so worked up?”

“I don’t have time for your games,” I snapped. “I need you to look into something for me.”

There was a pause, then, “Go on.”

I took a deep breath, gripping the phone tightly. 

“There’