I lay in the gloomy attic space, waiting for time to restart. Rosalie's words still bounced around in my head, cutting me deeper with each ricochet.

My fingers shook as I processed the shock trauma, acting as though disconnected from my body.

I dialed the number I swore to never call again. The shrill ringing was kicking the gears of the clock, forcing it to grind to life.

Ring. Bella was dead. Ring. She would never smile again. Ring. Bella was dead. Ring. Bella was dead. Forever. Dead.

The line clicked as the receiver activated. Someone answered.

"Swan residence."