Bella's POV The next day, when I woke up to the sound of the mourning trumpets. I sat up, feeling a void on my chest. Today, my father will be cremated. I looked towards Chad's side of the bed, but he was no longer here. I felt a panic attack building on my chest. My father was dead, my brothers were lost, and Chad wasn't here. I felt alone, abandoned. The sound of the trumpets was the painful and mocking reminder of that. The void feeling on my chest grew, and I felt that I couldn't breathe. I heard Chad's voice coming from far away, while I felt like I was falling in a bottomless pit. I couldn't cry and I couldn't scream. Someone shook me. I opened my eyes and found Chad's beautiful golden ones. "Drink this, you need to drink this, my love. Everything will be alright. I already ordered them to stop." I drank the milk he gave me, but it tasted bitter. I felt myself gradually calming down. "The trumpets woke me up, Chad, and I panicked when I didn't see you." I probably looke
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