Michael didn't understand Bella's words. Her tone sounded oddly thrilled, even when the mention of cops should have sobered her.
“Meet me at my favourite restaurant. I’d love us to talk this out. Make sure you come alone, darling,” Bella said, her voice shifting into something serious, almost commanding.
Michael gripped the steering wheel tightly. “Is Samantha with you?” he asked, his voice low, almost pleading.
Bella let out a chuckle, one that sounded more like it was birthed from pain than amusement. “You still care about Samantha? Even after everything? How noble.”
The line went dead before Michael could respond.
He stared at the phone in disbelief, muttering to himself, “Bella is crazy.” He tried to convince himself that she would listen to reason. “She’s my friend—maybe if I ta
