Clark & Isabella’s POV

The house was unusually quiet that morning.

Too quiet.

Isabella was coming down the stairs slowly, one hand holding the railing, the other resting on her stomach. She was wearing a light silk gown, her face pale but still beautiful. Since the pregnancy, she had been more careful, more sensitive, more demanding.

“Amirah!” she called out sharply. “Where are you?”

No answer.

She frowned.

“Useless people,” she muttered under her breath.

Clark had already left for work early t