"You need to see your friends, Bella."
Even though he spoke my name, for some reason I did not realize he was speaking to me.
"Bella."
I lifted my head and looked at him. I said nothing. I felt nothing. It was becoming the only thing I knew.
"Bella, please. Let me help you. Seeing your friends will make you feel better. Please, just at least try." Charlie kept his gaze on me, and I could see the pleading in his face.
"Okay," I whispered, feeling defeated. How could my friends possibly help me? No ne could. No one.