Bella's POV
Ever since everything fell apart, I had thrown myself deeper into understanding my condition. The medical files spread across my makeshift desk demanded every ounce of concentration I could muster.
My phone buzzed again. The caller ID showed another attempt from Camilla. I let it ring out, just like the previous five calls. Whatever she wanted to discuss could wait. Right now, nothing mattered more than finding answers about what was happening to me and my children.
The television blared from the living area, accompanied by enthusiastic singing and the occasional crash of toys hitting the floor. My heart went out to whoever would have to clean up after us, but the kids needed this normalcy. They deserved to act like children, even while our world crumbled around us.
"Leah, could you please turn that down?" I called over my shoulder, hoping to steal a few minutes of quiet to review the latest test results.
