Isabella's POV
I was trembling. I could hear my heart thumping in my ears. Tears blurred my vision as my nervous system was in full panic mode.
I had screamed a lot, but the cops refused to notice me. They were taking me away in their car as if I had committed some crime.
The first thing I noticed was the silence. It was deafening, clawing at my insides.
No sirens.
No crackling radio.
Just the low hum of the engine and the sound of my own breathing, too loud, too fast, trapped inside my chest like a bird beating its wings against glass.
My wrists burned where the cuffs bit into my skin. Cold metal. Tight. Final.
I shifted in the backseat of the police car, my pulse thundering so hard I could hear it in my ears. The city lights slid past the tinted windows, distorted and distant, like I was watching the world through water.
