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Isabel blinked into the morning light, she stretched slowly, a soft smile brushing her lips. The bed was empty beside her. She reached across the mattress, touching the cool fabric where Isaac should have been. Her smile grew slightly, and she rolled over onto her back, her fingers lazily brushing her stomach. She got up, yawning, and padded to the bathroom. She peeked inside, glanced at the counter, then stepped out again, tying her robe tighter around her waist. Her feet carried her down the hallway and into the kitchen, her hand dragging lightly against the wall as she moved. Lena was already there, speaking to one of the chefs in a low voice, pointing toward a pan on the stove. When she noticed Isabel, she turned at once and walked over with a warm smile. "Good morning," Lena said, her eyes scanning Isabel carefully. "How are you feeling?" Isabel leaned against the kitchen counter, brushing hair away from her face. "I'm okay," she said softly. Her eyebrows

Isaac sat on the edge of the bed, watching Isabel sleep. Her breathing was soft, even, her lashes resting gently against her cheeks. One of her hands was curled loosely beneath her face, the other resting near her stomach. The blanket had slipped a little, revealing the delicate slope of her shoulder. He reached out and gently pulled it back over her, fingers brushing her skin for a second too long. She shifted slightly in her sleep, a small sigh escaping her lips. His chest tightened. How did he not see this before? How did he not realize he loved her this much? He ran a hand through his hair and whispered, more to himself than anyone, "I don't ever want to lose you, Isabel." He stood slowly, careful not to wake her, and walked out of the room. The hallway was quiet as he made his way to the guest wing of the first house. His steps were steady, but his jaw was clenched. He stopped in front of Vera’s door and knocked once. He still couldn't believe she was actually in

Isaac slammed the car door shut behind him and climbed into the driver’s seat. His hands shook as he shoved the key in and twisted it, the engine roaring to life beneath his grip. He didn’t wait to adjust the seatbelt or mirrors, he just hit the accelerator and sped out of the driveway, tires screeching against the pavement. He tapped the call icon on the dashboard and selected Isabel’s name. The phone rang once, twice, then went to voicemail. “Come on,” he muttered under his breath, jaw tightening. He was still in disbelief at what was happening. He was almost certain this was some type of nightmare for him. He would never have thought that this was the direction where things would stir. He had really thought that he had gotten the only barrier in his and Isabel's life out of the way. He hit redial. Again, voicemail. “Isabel, please pick up the phone,” he said, his voice growing louder, panic rising in his throat, “please.” His heart ached from the pain he knew she must b

Isabel sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her hands clasped so tightly in her lap her knuckles had turned white. Her breaths were shallow, shaky, as Lena drove through the streets with terrifying speed. The tires screeched as they turned into the hospital parking lot. The car barely came to a full stop before Isabel flung the door open and jumped out, rushing toward the entrance with her heart in her throat. "Isabel! Wait!" Lena called, slamming her door and running after her. Inside the hospital, the sterile smell of disinfectant hit her hard, bright lights, people in scrubs, everything blurred. She stormed straight to the reception desk, her voice frantic. "Isaac Dun! Where is he?! I was called! I'm his emergency contact!" The nurse blinked at her in alarm, typing something quickly. "One moment, ma'am, please calm down..." "Don't tell me to calm down! Just tell me if he's alive! Where is he?!" She had completely forgotten all about the fight that she had with him and

Isabel froze in place, her hands still trembling from where she had just pulled the IV from her skin. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at Isaac, wide-eyed and stunned. "Who are you?" he repeated, his voice flat, disinterested, almost robotic. She blinked, chest heaving. "What? Isaac... it's me. It's Isabel." His expression didn’t change. He looked at her like she was a stranger off the street. The doctor stepped in immediately, placing a firm hand on Isabel’s shoulder. "We need to run a few cognitive evaluations. Please, everyone step outside for a moment." Isabel didn’t move. She just kept staring at him. "Please," the doctor said more firmly, guiding her out along with Mercy, Lena, and Vera. Once the door shut, Isabel leaned heavily against the wall in the corridor. Her fingers kept clenching and unclenching like she was trying to hold onto something invisible. Lena stood beside her, placing a hand on her back. "Try to breathe, okay? It might just be a