Bella needed a break, she needed to think. Charlie... he was gone, and Bella had no idea how to cope with that. Her father had never been overly doting, but he'd always shown that he'd loved her, and Bella had shown her love in return. The loss of that, however small amount, was heart breaking. She tried to hide it, though she doubted she did it well at all.
Bella drove and drove until she found a park, and she found it suiting, become that little girl in a park again. She parked her car and got out, wandering around, trying to sort out the mess inside her head. She heard a man singing, and she looked in the general direction of the sound. He sounded happy, something Bella wanted to have more than anything. She slowly gravitated towards the man, as if she could pull some happy from him. She didn't want to disturb him, but maybe a bit of the happiness could rub off on her from a distance.