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 answered first, her voice tinged with curiosity.
“Not really . I’ve got Amanda on the line too,” I said.
“What’s going on, Zane?” Amanda’s voice chimed in.
I took a deep breath and began explain
