Thirty minutes later, Bella sat on the couch, her legs tucked underneath her and a blanket thrown over her shoulders. She stared blankly at the wall as a pair of uniformed cops checked the balcony and surrounding area. They'd questioned her and written down her answers, but her mind was preoccupied because Edward hadn't returned yet. She bit her bottom lip as it began to tremble and squeezed her eyes closed.
Her mind started to conjure the worst case scenario; the image of him bleeding and hurt on a random sidewalk popped in to her head. A sharp pull in her chest brought forth a gasp, and she brought her knees up, burying her face in them and sobbing quietly. She felt a hand rub her shoulder gently and looked up into Alistair's warm blue eyes.
"Hey," he whispered. "It's going to be okay."
"Bu-but Edward..." She stopped, covering her mouth with her hands to stifle a frustrated scream.
Alistair smiled sadly. "He's fine, Bella," he replied confidently. "He probably just got lost on his way back. This isn't the easiest neighborhood to navigate."
She blinked and scrubbed her face. "Do you really think that?" she asked in a small, scared voice.
He nodded. "I really do."