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Fifteen missed calls.

Twenty-seven text messages.

My heart pounds as I scroll through the notifications, a few from Liv and Savannah asking if I’m okay and the rest from Noah.

Noah:I’m so fucking sorry, baby.

Noah:Please talk to me, I can explain.

Noah:I should have told you.

Noah:I’ll fix this, I promise.

My hands shake as I scroll and scroll but it’s the last one that has a lump forming in my throat and tears spilling down my cheeks.

Noah:This house isn’t home without you, Bella. Please come home.

I lock the phone and toss it to the side as gut-wrenching sobs rack my entire body.

I don’t register the door opening or the person stepping inside, it’s only when I feel warm arms come around me and my body is pulled against hers that I realise that Daisy has joined me on the bed.

She doesn’t speak, she just holds me and lets me cry until I’m completely spent and it’s in that moment that I realise just howmuch I needed my best friend.

CHAPTER 39

NOAH

Isteer my truck through the throng of trees lining either side of the narrow dirt road, my heart in my throat as the dark shadows lighten and the forest opens up into a clearing where Killian’s log cabin sits.

My palms are sweaty as I white knuckle the steering wheel, the leather cracking beneath my hold.

I’ve made this drive countless times over the years, but it’s never felt quite as foreboding as it has the past three days.

Three days.

That’s how long it’s been since I last saw, touched or spoke to Bella.

I’ve been to this house twice a day for three days, and still, she refuses to see me.

I don’t blame her.

I deserve everything she throws at me.

I just wish shewouldthrow something at me. I’d rather that than this complete silence.

The silence is the worst part. I have no idea if she’s okay. If she’s sleeping or eating.

She hasn’t been to work either.

I know this because I’ve checked every day. And every day, I push through the doors to find Summer behind the counter.

I pull up beside Daisy’s car and park my truck, taking a deep breath before reaching over and grabbing the to-go bag and iced coffees from the passenger seat.

The front door opens before I even get out of the truck and Daisy stands there, her arms crossed but a pitying smile on her face.

I keep my eyes trained on my worn boots as I climb the steps of the cabin, only looking up when Daisy’s feet come into view.

“She’s not going to see you,” she says before I get the chance to speak.