Isaac closed his eyes.
He tried to slow his breathing, to stop the tension from crawling up his spine.
The words Catherine had just told him kept replaying in his head, and the more he thought about them, the more the pieces started to fit together.
He exhaled slowly and opened his eyes.
"This… Celia was responsible for all of this, wasn't she?" he asked.
"Yes." Catherine nodded, a bitter smile touching her lips when she saw the seriousness in his expression.
Isaac clenched his jaw.
For a moment, Catherine thought he was about to explode.
Instead, he asked something she hadn't expected at all.
"She didn't get hurt, right?"
Catherine blinked. "What?"
"Is Celia injured?"
"No," she said, still processing the question. "She's fine."
"What about you and Emily?"
"We're fine too. None of us are injured."
Isaac sagged a little, rubbing his face with both hands before letting out a long breath. "Thank God."
A small smile spread across his face, one that was full of relief.
