If she could have sobbed with tears she would have.
“What’s wrong, love?”
She rolled over on the bed to face the man beside her. Pain was etched into all of her face, her eyes were agony.
“Bella, tell me what’s wrong. I can’t read your mind.”
Bella’s small body, trapped forever physically as 18 years old, shook with another loud anguished cry.
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