C17 ISABELLA'S POV

ISABELLA'S POV

I stared at my phone, the call screen still open, the red button to end the call blinking at me. My hand trembled slightly as I held the device, my nerves still rattling from the events of the past few hours. My mind raced, searching for the right words to explain what had happened.

I hesitated for a moment, knowing how angry Mr. Thompson would be