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CHAPTER 16

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When I stepped out of the bedroom, dressed in a crisp three-piece suit, I found Isabella curled up on the living room sofa, her attention fixed on her phone. A soft smile lit her face, one that stirred an unease within me I didn’t want to examine too closely.

I moved toward her, my steps deliberate, the sound of my shoes on the hardwood announcing my approach. “Who are you talking to?” My tone came out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t correct it.

Isabella’s head snapped up, her brows knitting together. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” I pressed. “Who are you texting?”

Confusion flitted across her face before it shifted to something closer to worry. She straightened, as if trying to make herself smaller. “Your sister, Mia,” she said softly.

I extended my hand toward her phone, and she hesitated for only a second before handing it over. I scrolled through their exchange, my eyes narrowing as I read Mia’s most recent message.

I apologize for my brother’s rudeness because I know he won’t
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