Wishing it wasn't true

After spending a whole week trying to figure out the missing piece that would inevitably complete the mind-numbing puzzle that was Bella's situation, I gave up.

Ashamed as I was to give up after not finding an answer, I couldn't keep holing myself up in my room and only occasionally talking to Reuben when he would knock at my door worriedly.

Therefore, on a Tuesday afternoon, I opened my eyes groggily and immediately shielded them from the blinding rays of sunlight that streamed in from the windows. 

I yawned loudly and swung my legs from the bed, shaking off the remnants of sleep and the weird dreams I had the night before which for some reason, I couldn't seem to recall. 

Unsurprisingly, Bella still hadn't called me back which meant that she was still stuck on her firm belief that Patrick would never do something like that to her even though there was evidence staring her in the face.