Chapter 11 The Hidden Truths

• Isabella stepped through the grand entrance of the Moretti mansion, her mind a swirling mix of determination and dread. The echoes of the earlier chaos still reverberated in the halls, but now the house was eerily quiet, almost as if it were holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.
• As she ascended the stairs, her resolve solidified. She was done with being in the dark, done with the half-truths and evasions. If the police couldn’t, or wouldn’t, get to the bottom of her father’s death, then she would. And she knew exactly where to start.
• The library.