Bella's POV
I told Jackson I wanted to go home, and he escorted me home. Upon reaching my room, I lay on my bed and wallowed in pain. I recalled what happened at the coffee shop; I could see how happy my father was, moving on with his life. In fact, everyone had moved on with their lives, completely forgetting about my mother, who hadn’t even been gone for a week.
I wept in pain, wishing I could turn back the hands of time. I wished I could bring back Mom; I would have done anything just to have her here with me.
A knock came on my room door, and before I could respond, the door opened, and Dad's fiancée walked in.
Seeing her, a frown spread across my face, and I sat up on my bed. “What do you want?” I asked in an irritated tone.
She didn’t respond; rather, she glanced around my room
