ISAAC'S POV
My phone buzzed against my leg. Imogen's text lit up the screen.
How did it go?
I typed back quickly while keeping one eye on Victoria's house. Still here. Waiting to see if she makes a move.
Be safe.
I will.
The words felt hollow even as I sent them. Nothing about this situation was safe. Nothing about any of this was predictable anymore. But Imogen needed to know what Deborah was planning, and I was the only one in position to find out.
I settled back in my seat and watched the house. The windows glowed warm and yellow in the evening light. Normal family life playing out behind glass while I sat in the dark like some kind of stalker. The irony wasn't lost on me. I'd become exactly the kind of person I used to despise.
