Lina's POV
I didn't jump.
I couldn't. Not when I saw a tiny figure standing near the bridge railing—a little girl I recognized immediately.
Bella.
She was Leo's daughter, my former colleague from K&S. Seven years old, with an intense love for drawing that made her eyes light up whenever she held a crayon.
The last time Mandy and I visited Leo's house, I'd spent hours playing with her.
We'd even exchanged contact information, chatting occasionally through messages. Whenever I took the orphanage kids out for painting sessions, I'd make a special detour to pick her up.
"Bella? Sweetie, what are you doing here? Where are your parents?"
She didn't answer. Bella was always quiet, speaking only when absolutely necessary.
Instead, she simply reached out and grabbed my
