Thanks be to EBT.
I don't know how long I've been sitting in my car. I don't even remember how I managed to get home.
I'm shuddering from all the crying, reliving what I just put Bella through.
The empty look on her face.
The words she spoke.
The official end of our friendship.
Then the ringing coming from my purse snaps me out of my daze.
I find my phone and send your call to voicemail.
You've called me 74 times since I texted you.
You continue to call as I head inside, sit on my bed, and think.
Reflect.
Cry.
About an hour later, it completely stops.
And that's when I know ‒ I just know ‒ that Bella's made her way to you.