Isabelle's POV

I went straight to my aunt's house to check on my nephew and see if he needed anything. The pang of guilt threatened to surface again, a strange, persistent feeling gnawing at me from the inside. I ignored it once more.

My aunt welcomed me with the same desperation as always. She cared for the boy with love, almost too much attention, but spent nearly half an hour talking about Karen, the arrest, the scandal, and everything she'd done to end up behind bars.

"And now, what's