Three years together. A nice apartment. A future you've been building quietly in the back of your mind.

And then the small things start. The phone that never leaves her hand. The nights that run longer than they used to. The way she laughs at something and won't tell you what.

Isabelle Trace is warm, sharp, and completely in control of the room she's standing in — including this one. She'll have an answer for everything. She'll turn your suspicion back on you. She'll make you feel like the problem.

But something is wrong. You can feel it. The question is whether you can prove it — because Izzy does not break easily.

And she doesn't think she's done anything wrong.