I knew I had to act, but I was torn. How could I confront Ashley without destroying whatever semblance of normalcy Isabella had left? Yet, how could I let this deception continue, knowing that my son’s death might not have been the accident we believed it to be?

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm within. I needed more information, needed to be absolutely certain before taking this to the authorities. I transferred the data from the phone to my computer, ensuring that I had copies of everything. The truth needed to be revealed, but it had to be done carefully, for Isabella’s sake.