Chapter Twenty-one
Bella's P.O.V. Upon entering the house, I proceeded to the bedroom to shower. I collected some sweats and underwear before heading to the bathroom down the hall. I showered and then dried off. I put on my clothes and returned to my bedroom. Before diving into my homework, I eagerly checked my laptop for Renée's emails. I flicked it on and watched as it came to life. Anxiously, I checked my inbox and spotted a message from Renée. As I skimmed through the email, I couldn't help but shake my head at her antics. It was a delightful mix of horror and humor, like my first read. Classic Renée—she forgot her paralyzing fear of heights until the team strapped her to a parachute. Phil, her husband of almost two years, left me exasperated for letting it unfold. I would have wrapped her in caution.
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