Isla POV

I took a step back, taking in Mr. Marsh's rough appearance.

He looked terrible. The last time I had seen him, he had been a heavyset man with a permanent scowl and expensive suits. Now he looked like a shell of that person. His clothes hung loose on his frame. His face had hollowed out.

"Who's this?" Liam asked beside me, eyeing the man with a wrinkled nose. He shifted his weight, positioning himself slightly in front of me."Should I call security?"

"Um," I started, but Mr. Marsh rushed forward and grabbed my hand.

His fingers clamped around mine with a desperation that made my skin crawl.

"Please,...