It’s been three days, and I have nothing.

Three days… “And I have nothing!” I shouted up at the sky, and the gardener tending the flowers beside me gave me a look I totally ignored.

I bite aggressively into a strawberry, the juice spilling down my jaw. I wiped that aggressively, too.

I was running out of hope, options, and patience here. I was a heartbeat away from just storming into that office and screaming in his face until he told me what he knew. That would be torture enough, right?

My phone rang, and I picked it up without checking the caller’s ID.

“Isabella.”

My heart skipped a beat,...