"I'm fine," Hazel said quickly, brushing off Bella's concern. "It's just a sprained ankle."
"Oh," Bella mumbled. "Come, sit here." She gently guided Hazel to the sofa.
Theodore stood still, his mind racing. 'What is happening here?' he thought, his gaze shifting between Bella and Hazel. Why didn't Bella recognize him? His fists clenched at his sides as he fought to keep his composure. 'This isn't right. Something is seriously wrong here,' he thought.
Hazel sighed deeply as she settled on the sofa. She turned her attention to Theodore. "This is Lance. Without him, the thief would have taken my bag. He chased the thief down and snatched back the bag. But he got injured."
