Chapter 3
Back in Salem, Bo and Hope were sitting in bed reading when the phone rang. "Who could be calling at this hour?" Questioned Hope. Bo picked up the phone. "Hello?" Bo's face went a ghostly shade of white. "OK son, we'll be right there." He hung up the phone and immediately started to get dressed. "Bo, what's going on?" Hope asked. "We need to get out to Green Mountain Lodge. There was an avalanche . . . Belle was caught in the avalanche." Hope jumped out of bed. "Call Lexie to see if we can drop Zack off with her and call the station to see if there are any available rescue team members that can come up to the lodge to join the search."
Up at Green Mountain, Shawn was sitting in the bar at the lodge staring into a beer mug. His mind was racing in a million directions. He thought about how he could have saved Belle one second and what they were going to do to celebrate when she was found the next. He twirled his wedding ring around his finger. The day Belle gave it to him was the happiest day of his life. Everything had been perfect. It was exactly one year ago that he and Belle had stood at the altar in St. Luke's church, professing their love and devotion to each other in front of God and all of their friends and family. Belle looked absolutely stunning in a long white sleeveless gown she had designed herself. It took Shawn's breath away when she entered the church on her father's arm. There was his Perfect Girl, walking towards him about to become his wife. The butterflies in his stomach disappeared the moment John put Belle's hand in his. He knew that Isabella Black was the only woman for him. Shawn felt a hand on his shoulder, not thinking he whipped around and said, "Belle?" His shoulders dropped when he saw it was just his parents standing there. Hope wrapped her arms around her son. "We got here as fast as we could Shawn. What happened?" Shawn took a deep breath as he began to recount the day's events.
Back in Salem, Bo and Hope were sitting in bed reading when the phone rang. "Who could be calling at this hour?" Questioned Hope. Bo picked up the phone. "Hello?" Bo's face went a ghostly shade of white. "OK son, we'll be right there." He hung up the phone and immediately started to get dressed. "Bo, what's going on?" Hope asked. "We need to get out to Green Mountain Lodge. There was an avalanche . . . Belle was caught in the avalanche." Hope jumped out of bed. "Call Lexie to see if we can drop Zack off with her and call the station to see if there are any available rescue team members that can come up to the lodge to join the search."
Up at Green Mountain, Shawn was sitting in the bar at the lodge staring into a beer mug. His mind was racing in a million directions. He thought about how he could have saved Belle one second and what they were going to do to celebrate when she was found the next. He twirled his wedding ring around his finger. The day Belle gave it to him was the happiest day of his life. Everything had been perfect. It was exactly one year ago that he and Belle had stood at the altar in St. Luke's church, professing their love and devotion to each other in front of God and all of their friends and family. Belle looked absolutely stunning in a long white sleeveless gown she had designed herself. It took Shawn's breath away when she entered the church on her father's arm. There was his Perfect Girl, walking towards him about to become his wife. The butterflies in his stomach disappeared the moment John put Belle's hand in his. He knew that Isabella Black was the only woman for him. Shawn felt a hand on his shoulder, not thinking he whipped around and said, "Belle?" His shoulders dropped when he saw it was just his parents standing there. Hope wrapped her arms around her son. "We got here as fast as we could Shawn. What happened?" Shawn took a deep breath as he began to recount the day's events.