Isabel woke in the middle of the night, feeling restless. Without meaning to, she had slept all day. She turned back and forth in the bed, trying to get comfortable, but the mattress felt hard beneath her. She sighed and sat up in the bed and her stomach rumbled.
She glanced at Howard's side, but it was empty. She fumbled for her phone and activated the screen. Narrowing her eyes against the bright light, she checked the time: 3:26 AM. She sighed and her stomach growled again. She slipped her feet into her slippers and padded quietly out of the room and down the hall. She descended the stairs and turned toward the kitchen, but paused suddenly. The door to Howard's study was open and golden yellow light spilled into the hallway.
She crept down the hall and paused outside the room. Howar
