chapter 31
Unspoken truth
Bella's POV
By the time Jacob parked the car in the driveway, my nerves were frayed. I stepped out, clutching the bag with the files close to my chest. My mind was racing, questions swirling around the man who had followed us and the secrets these documents might reveal.
The mansion loomed ahead, its large windows glowing with warm light. To an outsider, it might seem inviting, but to me, it was suffocating.
The heavy front door creaked open as I stepped inside, and the familiar scent of the house enveloped me. I could hear faint footsteps from the hallway. Sam.
I found him standing near the fireplace in the living room, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His gaze flicked to me, and I could see something in his eyes—concern? Guilt? I wasn't sure.
"You're back," he said, his tone calm, almost indifferent.
I didn't answer immediately. Instead, I set my bag down carefully on the couch and turned to face him.