“Don’t look for her,” Belle said, her voice breaking. “If she's not dead, she ran away for a reason. So don't.”Juan froze. For a long moment, he didn't say anything. Then finally, he let out a shaky laugh and took a few steps back. “You think I’m just going to sit around and accept that?” he said, his tone rough. He ran a hand over his face and turned away. “No. You don’t know her like I do. She wouldn’t do that to me.”“Juan—”He started pacing. “She loved me. She wouldn’t just vanish like that. No note, no call, nothing? That’s not her. She could have been angry, but we could have worked it out.” He kept muttering under his breath, his hands restless at his sides. “They’re lying. Maybe they got the wrong person. Maybe it’s not even her body.”“Juan, stop,” Belle said, stepping closer. “You are so fucking impossible, mean and controlling. She didn't want to work anything out that's why she ran— and that's if she's not dead. Are you fucking listening to your fucking self— oh my God."
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