A/N: A guest reviewer has asked if I've turned this into a drabble fic. In case there is any confusion, at the beginning of the very first chapter, I said, "I'm jumping on board the drabble train in the hopes it'll help to solve my writer's block."
And now I hope you enjoy the final three chapters.
Chapter Fourty-Eight
Edward had seen it all happen.
Bella had been walking along, in a world of her own.
The van had pulled up beside her and then she was gone from view.
He'd jumped in the car. Followed. Called the police.
And now he was outside a building.
Warehouse.
Waiting.
He'd tried to go in.
To find her.
To make sure she was safe.
The police forbade it.
Left officers to babysit him.
His mind churned.
Who?
Why?
Bella.