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~Bella's POV
I woke up the next morning feeling so weak that even lifting my head felt like a struggle. My body ached all over, my limbs heavy as if weighed down by the burden of my thoughts. My stomach growled in protest, reminding me that I hadn't eaten anything since the day before, but I didn't care. I had no appetite. My heart felt hollow, as if all the pain and exhaustion had drained me of everything.
I stared at the ceiling, my mind replaying everything that had happened. The moment the old man told me the truth about Mr. Callahan, the way my world shattered in that instant, the hopelessness that followed. I had trusted that man. I had believed he would help Noah. I had given him everything I had, selling my body just to raise the money, thinking it would be worth it in the end.
But it wasn't. It had all been for nothing.
