ISABEL'S POV

It was almost like something was ripped out of my chest. I looked up at my mom, and my eyes were tearing up. That was the most that I felt like I wasn't a Quinn. For most of my life, I was brought up like one. And it was suddenly going to end just like that?

I got on my feet immediately, holding on to my mom. “You can't do this to me. You know how we started.”

She gently shrugged my hands off hers. “If you were really the girl that I raised, then we wouldn't be in this position right now.”

Every single head was turned...