BELLA'S POV

I hated the smirk on my mom's face as she turned to look at me. “This is something you can do honey,” she said in a sweet tone, and I quickly shook my head.

The last thing I wanted to do was be a cleaner. In a hospital. That was literally the closest to catching all those germs and illnesses. I didn't want to go home smelling like drugs and chemicals. That was the same thing that we always laughed at Anna about. I couldn't live that life. I would never forgive myself if I did that.

“You're kidding, right?” I asked my mom, and she looked at...