As soon as Vincent left the house, a heavy sense of loneliness settled in. I knew he’d be back soon, but with both him and Bella gone, the house felt too quiet, too large. Bored and restless, I wandered from room to room, searching for something to occupy my mind.In Bella’s room, I spotted a book on her nightstand—Birthday Girl by Penelope Douglas. I had heard good things about it, so I decided to give it a shot. I curled up on her bed, diving into the pages. For a while, it worked—I was able to lose myself in the story and momentarily forget the unease tugging at me. But, of course, that didn’t last long.After a few chapters, I felt the need to take a break. I set the book aside and decided to turn on Netflix. The new season of Bridgerton had been on my list for ages, and it seemed like the perfect distraction. Wrapping myself in one of Bella’s soft blankets, I settled onto the couch and hit play.The show’s vibrant costumes and romantic drama were engaging, but my attention kept
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