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store。 Mike Newton had beaten me here today； and he smiled and waved when I came in。 I grabbed my
vest； nodding vaguely in his direction。 I was still imagining pleasant scenarios that consisted of me running
away with Edward to various exotic locales。
Mike interrupted my fantasy。 〃How was your birthday？〃
〃Ugh；〃 I mumbled。 〃I'm glad it's over。〃
Mike looked at me from the corners of his eyes like I was crazy。
Work dragged。 I wanted to see Edward again； praying that he would be past the worst of this； whatever
it was exactly； by the time I saw him again。 It's nothing； I told myself over and over again。 Everything will
go back to normal。
The relief I felt when I turned onto my street and saw Edward's silver car parked in front of my house
was an overwhelming； heady thing。 And it bothered me deeply that it should be that way。
I hurried through the front door； calling out before I was pletely inside。
〃Dad？ Edward？〃
As I spoke； I could hear the distinctive theme music from ESPN's SportsCenter ing from the living
room。
〃In here；〃 Charlie called。
I hung my raincoat on its peg and hurried around the corner。
Edward was in the armchair； my father on the sofa。 Both had their eyes trained on the TV。 The focus was
normal for my father。 Not so much for Edward。
〃Hi；〃 I said weakly。
〃Hey； Bella；〃 my father answered； eyes never moving。 〃We just had cold pizza。 I think it's still on the
table。〃
〃Okay。〃
I waited in the doorway。 Finally； Edward looked over at me with a polite smile。 〃I'll be right behind you；〃
he promised。 His eyes strayed back to the TV。
I stared for another minute； shocked。 Neither one seemed to notice。 I could feel something； panic maybe；
building up in my chest。 I escaped to the kitchen。
The pizza held no interest for me。 I sat in my chair； pulled my knees up； and wrapped my arms around
them。 Something was very wrong； maybe more wrong than I'd realized。 The sounds of male bonding and
banter continued from the TV set。
I tried to get control of myself； to reason with myself。
What's the worst that can happen？ I flinched。 That was definitely the wrong question to ask。 I was
having a hard time breathing right。
Okay； I thought again； what's the worst I can live through？ I didn't like that question so much； either。
But I thought through the possibilities I'd considered today。
Staying away from Edward's family。 Of course； he wouldn't expect Alice to be part of that。 But if Jasper
was off limits； that would lessen the time I could have with her。 I nodded to myself—I could live with
that。
Or going away。 Maybe he wouldn't want to wait till the end of the school year； maybe it would have to
be now。
In front of me； on the table； my presents from Charlie and Renee were where I had left them； the camera
I hadn't had the chance to use at the Cullens' sitting beside the album。 I touched the pretty cover of the
scrapbook my mother had given me； and sighed； thinking of Renee。 Somehow； living without her for as
long as I had did not make the idea of a more permanent separation easier。 And Charlie would be left all
alone here； abandoned。 They would both be so hurt…
But we'd e back； right？ We'd visit； of course； wouldn't we？
I couldn't be certain about the answer to that。
I leaned my cheek against my knee； staring at the physical tokens of my parents' love。 I'd known this path
I'd chosen was going to be hard。 And； after all； I was thinking about the worstcase scenario—the very
worst I could live through。
I touched the scrapbook again； flipping the front cover over。 Little metal corners were already in place to
hold the first picture。 It wasn't a halfbad idea； to make some record of my life here。 I felt a strange urge
to get started。 Maybe I didn't have that long left in Forks。
I toyed with the wrist strap on the camera； wondering about the first picture on the roll。 Could it possibly
turn out anything close to the original？ I doubted it。 But he didn't seem worried that it would be blank。 I
chuckled to myself； thinking of his carefree laughter last night。 The chuckle died away。 So much had
changed； and so abruptly。 It made me feel a little bit dizzy； like I was standing on an edge； a precipice
somewhere much too high。
I didn't want to think about that anymore。 I grabbed the camera and headed up the stairs。
My room hadn't really changed all that much in the seventeen years since my mother had been here。 The
walls were still light blue； the same yellowed lace curtains hung in front of the window。 There was a bed；
rather than a crib； but she would recognize the quilt draped untidily over the top—it had been a gift ROM
Gran。
Regardless； I snapped a picture of my room。 There wasn't much else I could do tonight—it was too dark
outside—and the feeling was growing stronger； it was almost a pulsion now。 I would record
everything about Forks before I had to leave it。
Change was ing。 I could feel it。 It wasn't a pleasant prospect； not when life was perfect the way it
was。
I took my time ing back down the stairs； camera in hand； trying to ignore the butterflies in my
stomach as I thought of the strange distance I didn't want to see in Edward's eyes。 He would get over
this。 Probably he was worried that I would be upset when he asked me to leave。 I would let him work
through it without meddling。 And I would be prepared when he asked。
I had the camera ready as I leaned around the corner； being sneaky。 I was sure there was no chance that
I had caught Edward by surprise； but he didn't look up。 I felt a brief shiver as something icy twisted in my
stomach； I ignored that and took the picture。
They both looked at me then。 Charlie frowned。 Edward's face was empty； expressionless。
〃What are you doing； Bella？〃 Charlie plained。
〃Oh； e on。〃 I pretended to smile as I went to sit on the floor in front of the sofa where Charlie
lounged。 〃You know Mom will be calling soon to ask if I'm using my presents。 I have to get to work
before she can get her feelings hurt。〃
〃Why are you taking pictures of me； though？〃 he grumbled。
〃Because you