CHAPTER NINETY FOUR

ELLA'S POV

Trent's car raced down the streets, the looming structure of the bridge coming into view. My heart pounded with each passing second, the fear of being too late clawing at my chest.

As Trent pulled up, I flung the door open, my legs pumping as I sprinted towards the bridge.

I scanned the area, my breath coming in gasps. And then I saw her - Amelia, standing close to the edge, her gaze fixed on the rushing waters below.

"Amelia!" I cried. "Please, don't do this!"

She stiffened at the sound of my voice, and for a agonizing moment, I thought she might jump. But then she slowly turned, her red-rimmed eyes widening as they landed on me.

"Ella?" she breathed, her brow furrowing in confusion. "What are you doing here?"

I slowed my pace as I neared her. "Amelia, please. You have to step away from the edge. This isn't the answer, I promise.

I ached to move closer, to wrap my arms around her and pull her to safety. But the haunted look in her eyes gave me pause.

"Don't come any close