Brand new Man 1

ISAAC'S POV

I paced back and forth in my house, my heart hammering against my ribs after Imogen's call ended so abruptly. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

"Damn it," I muttered, grabbing the first shirt I could find and pulling it over my head. I had to get to her. Now.

I rushed to the door and yanked it open, only to find my mother standing there, her face tight with worry.

"Mom? What are you doing here?"

She wrung her hands. "I heard the news, honey. And I... I also overheard your phone call just now."

I ran my fingers through my hair, anxiety spiking through me. "I can't have this conversation right now, Mom."

I leaned down and kissed her forehead, already calculating the fastest route to Imogen's old place.