Bella didn’t sleep well the rest of the night and woke up feeling like crap. She still didn’t really know who her father was, and she’d alienated the one person she felt like she was getting to know.
Bella changed into pajamas so Albert didn’t see her in her clothes from the day before then headed to the kitchen in search of breakfast.
The house was quiet, something she was happy for. She fixed herself a cup of coffee and some toast to settle her stomach and sat at the island to eat and decide if she wanted to stick around longer or just go back to Binghamton.
She was still debating when Albert came inside. He smiled when he saw her. “I thought you might have left when you didn’t come home last night. We haven’t talked much since I told you about Amavita and their accusations against me
