Isabelle's POV

The phone rang for the third time before I answered. Something about the hour, too early, too urgent, put me on alert. I'd slept at August's house and hadn't even stopped by my aunt's to pick up my things.

It was three in the morning when I saw Camille's name on the screen.

"Isa..." Her voice was trembling, almost unrecognizable. "I'm at the police station."

I sat on the edge of the bed immediately.

"What happened?" My heart started racing, already imagining the worst.