The murder
Bella's Point of view
Eliana's narrowed eyes locked onto me, her knuckles white around the gun she pointed our way. "Trust isn't something we can afford right now, Sam," she said, her voice sharp and unyielding. "You should've told me you were bringing people into this."
Sam took a cautious step toward her, his expression a mix of frustration and urgency. "I didn't *bring* them, Eliana. They came on their own. And if you don't lower that gun, you're going to make things worse."
The tension in the air was suffocating. My hands were still raised, my heart pounding so loudly it echoed in my ears. Jonathan stood next to me, his calm demeanor barely concealing the tension in his rigid stance.
"We don't mean any harm," Jonathan said evenly, his tone measured. "We didn't know anyone else would be here. We just needed answers about Bella's father."
