The atmosphere within the large house changed the day Dante informed them that she was pregnant. Double the usual number of guards stood guard outside each entrance, their large bags booming on marble floors from morning until the silence of the evening. Previously free-moving men now possessed purposeful faces and loaded guns. Everyone was searched before he was allowed in. Nobody could gain entry to her side of the house unless he approved.
To everyone else, it might have seemed like she was protected. But for Isla, it felt like she was trapped. If she attempted to walk past the garden, two of them would brush her very closely. When she lingered near a door for too long, the guard's look could slice her like a knife in her back. Freedom, already far away enough, now seemed even farther.
