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~Bella's POV
I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind heavy with worry. There was nothing I could do now except pray that Noah would be granted bail. The thought of him spending another day in that cold, lonely prison cell made my chest tighten. I let out a shaky breath, squeezing my eyes shut.
"Please, just let him come home," I whispered into the silence of my tiny room.
I turned on my side, pulling my thin blanket over me. My stomach ached from hunger, but there was nothing to eat. I had already finished the last biscuit I found. Sleep was my only escape from the gnawing emptiness in my stomach and the unbearable thoughts in my head.
I forced myself to relax, hoping that by some miracle, I'd wake up to good news.
