Isabella POV
The call came at two AM, jarring me awake from dreams of federal agents and prison cells. Damien's arm tightened around me as I reached for my phone, his body instantly alert despite the fact that we'd barely slept in the past forty-eight hours.
"Isabella Sterling," I answered, my voice rough with exhaustion.
"Ms. Sterling?" The voice was female, shaky, and completely unfamiliar. "This is Dr. Elena Vasquez. I need to see you immediately. It's about your father... and about what really happened seven years ago."
My blood turned to ice. Dr. Elena Vasquez had been Richard Sterling's personal physician for over twenty years, the woman who'd treated everything from his seasonal allergies to the heart condition that had eventually killed him. She'd also been conspicuously absent from his funeral.
"Dr. Vasquez? Where have you been? We tried to reach you when Dad died, but—"
