ISABEL'S POV

“I am sure there might be bigger problems to worry about than that,” I said, forcing my tone to remain light.

“No, that was my utmost worry. I thought there was a chance of this family breaking apart because of you,” my mom replied.

My grip around my knife tightened almost instantly, the metal pressing hard against my fingers.

Because of me?

Was I always this way? No. I wasn’t. I knew that for a fact.

I had given them everything — my obedience, my loyalty, my years. I was the daughter who followed rules, who never embarrassed them, who stood proudly beside them at every event. And...