ANNA'S POV

It’s been some days since the burial, and honestly, Isabel barely being around the house had been nothing short of a blessing. Her absence felt like fresh air through open windows — quiet, breathable, and peaceful. No side glances, no snarky comments, no petty drama hanging around the place like a cloud. Just peace. I didn’t expect it to last, but I’d take whatever days I could get before she resurfaced with her usual fire.

Quinn’s Enterprise was having a ceremony at the headquarters today. Dad didn’t just invite me, he insisted I be there. And there was absolutely no excuse I could give that he would accept....