The air drained from Bella's lungs. She looked at her phone and that's when she realized she'd gotten several missed calls from Rachel the night before.
Immediately, her knees buckled, and she sank against the wall, her vision blurring as hot tears streamed down her face. The weight of the night before crashed into her all at once—the dress clinging to her skin, the desperate choices she had made.
And yet, none of it mattered anymore.
She had done the unthinkable to save her mother. And still… she was too late. If only she'd done it the night before and hadn't wasted so much time thinking about it, then her mother would've gotten the surgery and wouldn't have had to die.
Jake stood frozen in the doorway of the suite, watching her collapse against the wall. The sharp sound of her sobs echoed through the silent corridor, raw enough to pierce even his carefully constructed detachment.
