Belle's POV
I don't know what possessed me to do it.
One minute I was sitting in my office, staring at the glass walls, pretending to care about contracts. The next, I was in my car, keys trembling in my hand, asking someone for the address of the hospital.
Even as I drove, I kept telling myself I should turn around. That there was no reason to go. That nothing good would come from it.
But my hands stayed on the wheel.
Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was the ghost of every memory we once shared pulling me like a thread. Or maybe it was something darker ? the desire to see her broken, weak, after everything she'd done to me.
Talia.
The name alone made my chest twist. My best friend. My betrayer. The woman who'd burned my trust with Noah, who'd stood quietly in the background while my life fell apart.
