The Denovans arrived home late in the evening. The sound of the car pulling into the driveway made Isabella’s heart race; she had been pacing restlessly since the news about the fire. The moment she heard the door open, she rushed into the living room, her eyes wide with worry.

“Colton!” she cried, her voice trembling slightly.

Before she could say another word, Colton wrapped his arms around her and held her close. “Shh… everything’s fine,” he murmured against her hair. “You don’t have to worry anymore.”

Isabella clung to him, her heart pounding. “I saw it all over the news,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “The...