Bella’s POV
The room was too quiet.
It felt fake compared to the chaos of the night. I sat on the edge of my bed, pulling my knees to my chest. My fingers dug into the mattress. I needed to feel something solid. My body still felt heavy, as if the pool water was still trapped in my lungs, weighing me down.
I swallowed hard.
The memory hit me like a physical blow. The chair tipping. The ice-cold water swallowing me whole. The pure helplessness of sinking. My chest tightened. I forced myself to breathe—slow and steady—before the panic could take over.
"I almost died," I whispered.
The words sounded strange out loud. But they were true. If Reyes hadn't found me, I wouldn't be sitting here.
Suddenly, my fear twisted into something else. It was hot. Sharp. Unforgiving.
Anger.
"I can't
