BELLA’S POV

I could feel his strong presence. My senses must be messing with me.

Standing over the window, with my eyes closed I inhaled and swallowed hard. Yes someone is in the room with me, but Sister Pamela is here too.

A mountain of tears gathered in my eyes as I felt the cluster of false hope. I fought really hard to restrain them from flowing freely.

I am not a kid anymore, I am an adult and no one would come running after me, looking for me like a child that has strained far away from her guardian.

I wanted it years ago but not anymore. I wanted...