Bella's POV -
I wake up to the sound of clattering in the kitchen. My eyes slowly open, adjusting to the bright winter sun streaming through the windows. I glance around at my surroundings, realising I must have fallen asleep in the living room. The room is completely empty and I slowly sit up on the couch, running a hand through my untamed hair.
"Brody?" I call out quietly, wondering if everything that happened last night was a dream or some sort of weird hallucination.
"Jedd?"
"Breakfast is on the table." I hear him reply from the kitchen, his voice floating through the air. I frown, trying to play over last nights events in my head. I remember Jedd storming out, his face contorted in anger at Brody and I.