Isla’s POV

I felt my frustration boil over, my emotions bubbling up like a cauldron on the verge of overflowing. "Once what, Mother? What are you hiding from me?" I demanded, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation. The weight of the situation was becoming unbearable, and I couldn't bear the thought of my mother keeping vital information from me.

My mother's eyes pleaded with me, a mix of sorrow and pain etched across her face. "Isla, please understand that there are things I cannot reveal to you right now. It's for your own safety," she whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the pulsating silence of the...