Chapter 67 We Need To Talk

"Jaxon, we need to talk," Isabel called from the living room, finally breaking the tense silence that had been building in the air since morning. She was pacing up and down, wringing her hands at her blouse edges. I could feel she was as nervous as I was. I didn't need to ask why she looked so ill at ease; I already knew. The weight of everything that was happening, the betrayals, the threats-it had all taken a toll on both of us. We were getting too close to the truth, and that meant things were about to get a whole lot worse.