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~ Bella's POV
I quickly got up and freshened up, washing my face and brushing my hair before pulling on a simple dress. It wasn't anything fancy, just something comfortable enough for the long trip to the prison.
Before heading out, I sat on the edge of my bed, thinking about what he might need. Prison life was rough, I knew that much.
He would need new underwear. Socks. Maybe some toiletries like soap, toothpaste, and a toothbrush. A fresh towel, too. I bit my lip, thinking harder. Maybe some snacks if they allowed it?
I grabbed the envelope of cash Alex had given me and sighed. With that, I tucked the cash into my bag and left the room, heading toward the market to get everything Noah needed.
The market was already bustling with people by the time I arrived. Vendors shouted their prices, customers haggled, and the smell of freshly baked bread mixed with the sharp scent of fish from the seafood section.
