Isabel’s stomach dropped so fast she thought she might actually throw up. “What?”She thought she had to be heading things, “Isaac...Vera is dead? Like… actually dead? What the hell just happened?”He didn’t answer right away. His face was blank. He ended the call with a curt, “I’m on my way,” then swung his legs out of bed.“I don’t have details yet,” he said, “but I need to go handle this. You should get some rest, take care of the kids. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”“But-” Her hand shot out, fingers brushing his bare back before he stood.The guilt was already crawling up her throat, thick and sour. She kept seeing Vera’s face right before the slap, the wild eyes, the scream about ruining everything. What if that last shove from security, that final scream… what if her hand across her cheek had been the thing that pushed her over some edge?“Isaac, wait. This feels like my fault. We fought, I hit her, and now-”He turned, cupped her face with both hands, thumbs brushing her cheek
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