Detained?

BELLA’s POV

Startled, I turned to see Cole. Thank God.

"Bella, let's get you out of here," he said, his voice steady and reassuring. With his help, we managed to slip past the reporters and into the relative calm of the police station's lobby.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I turned to Cole, gratitude filling my eyes. "Thank you," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

He gave me a small smile, his grip on my arm gentle. "Of course. Now, let's find a quiet place to talk."

We walked down a dimly lit corridor, the sounds of the bustling police station fading into the background. Finally, we found an empty interview room and stepped inside. The door closed behind us, muffling the noise even further.

I faced Cole, my heart still racing but now for a different reason. "Where's Aaron?" I demanded, my voice quivering with a mix of fear and frustration. "What happened?"

“Bella, Aaron's been accused of illegal drug dealing. He's being held here by the police for questioning."

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