Isabella’s POV“Mommy, are we going somewhere?”Mira’s tiny voice broke the silence in the room and snapped my attention away from my phone. She was seven years old, yet her voice still sounded small and silvery, like that of a four-year-old. I never understood why. Sometimes it worried me. Other times, like now, it just made my chest ache.I knew I had stayed too long on my phone. I had ignored her for longer than I should have, and I hoped she would understand. I was staring at Donovan’s picture, scrolling through his company profile, studying his growth, his partners, his weaknesses. I needed to know where to hit him from. If I wanted to do this properly, I needed a plan. A real one. Not the one set on anger or impulse.I locked the phone and dropped it beside me on the sofa. Then I looked at my daughter and smiled, my eyes soft as I took in the face I had made with my own body and blood.“Yes, sweetie. We are going somewhere,” I said. “Do you want to guess where?”I let my voice r
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