Lawrence’s POV

The reverberating sounds of gunfire and shouts filled the air, making everything heavy. Bella stood before me, staring at the horror she had unleashed, her hands shaking. The revolver slipped from her grasp and clattered against the pavement as her legs gave way and she fell to the ground, sobbing loudly and uncontrollably.

"Bella," I replied, squatting next to her. Despite my racing heart, I spoke steadily and in a low voice. "Observe me. You must remain composed.

Her lips ...