Isabella's face tightened slightly as she slept.
At first, it was subtle. A small furrow in her brow. A faint tension around her eyes. It could have passed for nothing.
Then it happened again.
Her brow pulled tighter. Her lips pressed together as if she were holding something back, even in her sleep. A thin line formed between her eyebrows, and her breathing grew uneven.
A cold sheen of sweat gathered along her temple and slid slowly down her cheek.
Her fingers twitched against the blanket.
Then everything snapped.
"DAD!!"
She shot upright in bed, her voice breaking through the room with sharp force.
Beside her, Aubrey jolted awake, heart racing as she turned toward her.
"Holy shit, Isabella…" Aubrey said, her voice still heavy with sleep but laced with concern.
Isabella did not respond.
