MELISSA'S POV

Beep.

My phone vibrated just as I finished clipping on my earrings. I paused mid-movement, my fingers hovering near my ear, then slowly reached for the phone resting on the dresser. One glance at the screen and I saw the name that had become very familiar over the past few months.

Isabel.

‘I just finished speaking with my mother, I am on my way to your place right now,’ her text read.

My brows knitted together in confusion. Speaking with her mother? That caught me off guard. From everything Isabel had told me, her family had practically erased her existence. She hadn’t spoken to any of them in...