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~Bella's POV
I lay in bed, my body too weak to move, my mind too exhausted to think. Hunger clawed at my stomach, but I had long stopped trying to fight it. My limbs felt like they were made of lead, my throat dry, my head heavy. The lawyer had taken everything, leaving me with nothing but an empty room and an even emptier stomach. I had trusted him, believed in his promises, and now I had nothing.
The knock on the door was faint at first. I ignored it, not having the energy to get up. Maybe if I stayed still, whoever it was would go away. But the knocking continued, growing louder, more insistent. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing it to stop. And then, just as suddenly as it started, it did.
