Her father's voice, clear as day. Not a fragment this time, but a full memory.
Isabella gasped, clutching her head as images flooded her mind.
Rain falling outside large windows. Her father's study. Men shouting. The sound of a gunshot.
"No," she whispered, rocking back and forth on the floor.
Her father pushed her into a closet. The door is closing. Darkness surrounding her.
The memory pulled her in completely now. She was no longer in Matteo's mansion but back in her childhood home, crouched in a closet, peering through the slats.
Her father stood in the center of the room, blood trickling from his temple as Three men surrounded him. One held a gun.
"Where is it, Antonio?" The man's voice was cold.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Her father's voice was steady despite his injury.
A fist connected with his face. He stumbled but didn't fall.
"The ledger. Where did you hide it?"
Her father wiped blood from his mouth. "If I tell you, you will kill me anyway."
