I pulled back slowly, nerves beyond frayed at how she would receive me.
Concern for her alarming dream seeped from my pores.
That was rapidly overshadowed by her stature.
Bella had always been somewhat waif-like. She was practically a skeleton now.
Collarbones prominent in the muted light. Sharp edges to her wrists and ankles.
Ribs and hips that protruded unnaturally.
Agony floored me, speared right through the wooden boards.
I wanted to vomit.
Choke on the pestilence and die.
"How could I have ever thought leaving you was right?"
Wait. I didn't mean to say that out loud.