Zane's POV

I sat in my room, staring at my phone, listening to Belle’s voicemail for what felt like the hundredth time. It had been over a week since the hospital incident, and each time I tried to reach her, I was met with the same automated message.

“Hi, this is Belle. I can’t come to the phone right now. Please leave a message, and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

I ended the call, frustration boiling inside me. Was she alright? Why wasn’t she answering? My thoughts spiraled as I dialed Kamille and Amanda, putting them on a conference call.

“Hello Zane. Everything alright?” Kamille...