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~ Bella's POV
A few guards standing nearby turned to look at me, their faces stern and unbothered. One of them, a tall man with a thick beard, sighed like he was already tired of me.
"You can't see him right now," he said flatly. "Visiting hours are over."
"I don't care!" I snapped, my voice shaking with anger. "He's my brother! I need to talk to him! Do you know what your lawyer just told me? Do you know how much trouble he's in?"
The guard sighed again, rubbing his forehead. "Miss, I suggest you lower your voice before you get yourself in trouble too."
I let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, really? What more trouble can I possibly get into? I have no money, no way home, and now you're telling me I can't even see my brother?"
The guard gave me an uninterested look, like he'd seen this kind of breakdown a hundred times before. "Rules are rules. Come back during visiting hours."
