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~Bella's POV
I was sitting stiffly across from Mr. Donovani in his oversized, antique-filled office.
Alex sat beside me, flipping through the pages with far more focus than I could manage. I was nodding at Mr. Donovani every few minutes, absorb everything. Then my phone buzzed.
At first, I ignored it. Mr. Donovani was in the middle of a sentence about Noah's case, and I didn't want to seem rude. But when it buzzed again, I instinctively glanced at it and froze.
Michael.
"Excuse me," I said quickly, standing up before either man could stop me. "I have to take this."
I rushed out of the office and into the hallway, fumbling to pick up the call. "Hello? Michael?"
"Bella," his voice came through the phone, calm but urgent, "it's me."
"What is it? Is something wrong?" My heart leapt to my throat.
"No, no…something's right. Mia… she's awake."
I stopped breathing. "What did you just say?"
