Bella:

“What the hell were you thinking?” I yelled, pacing around the room while Ryder sat on the bed calmly.

His attitude was driving me nuts, and I couldn’t understand this weird obsession with his mom that he couldn’t let go of. I loved my father so much, but I had learned to deal with it.

“Bella,” he called out calmly, but I wasn’t having it, so I didn’t respond. “Bella, you are not even listening to me.”

“Listening to what, exactly? I get ...