Chapter 11

• Isabella's POV
• The passage leading to the study looks longer than unusual, making it now seems almost as though the house itself had shifted perhaps not, stretching the space between me and what waited on the other side of that dark-wooden door.
• My footsteps sound louder than usual, and it bounced off the walls like warnings. Maybe it was the silence present that made them louder. Or maybe it was the truth trying to catch up to me.