Bella pov Just my name, spoken in that voice I'd tried so hard to forget. I stopped walking, my entire body going rigid. Turn around, I told myself. Face him. Show him you're not afraid.But I was afraid. Terrified, actually. Because hearing his voice again made me feel like that girl standing in the rain, alone and broken and begging for someone to care."Bella, please. I just want to talk."I forced myself to turn around, to meet the eyes I saw every day in my son's face. Caleb Black stood ten feet away, and he looked like hell.He'd always been handsome in a cold, aristocratic way, but now there was something desperate in his grey eyes, something haunted. He'd lost weight, his expensive suit hanging slightly loose on his frame. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his usually perfect hair looked like he'd been running his hands through it.He looked like a man who hadn't slept in years.Good, I thought viciously. I hope every night was torture, i hope you suffered a fraction of wha
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