Kamilles POV

“Are you okay, Belle?” I asked clearly worried. My kids heard me say Belle and started asking to speak to her her.

“Mummy, mummy, Aunty Belle.” Tyris said and she scrambled with her seatbelt behind.

“Stay put Tyris. You'll talk to Aunty Belle once you're back from school.” I urged and Belle chuckled from the other end of the line.

“How are the kids?” She asked. Her voice was heavy with emotion and it got me worried and I momentarily forgot ...