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but instead of roaring deafeningly to life； the engine just clicked。 I tried it again with the same results。
And then a small motion in my peripheral vision made me jump。
“Gah！” I gasped in shock when I saw that I was not alone in the cab。
Edward sat very still； a faint bright spot in the darkness； only his hands moving as he turned a mysterious
black object around and around。 He stared at the object as he spoke。
“Alice called；” he murmured。
Alice！ Damn。 I’d forgotten to account for her in my plans。 He must have her watching me。
“She got nervous when your future rather abruptly disappeared five minutes ago。”
My eyes； already wide with surprise； popped wider。
“Because she can’t see the wolves； you know；” he explained in the same low murmur。 “Had you forgotten
that？ When you decide to mingle your fate with theirs； you disappear； too。 You couldn’t know that part； I
realize that。 But can you understand why that might make me a little 。 。 。 anxious？ Alice saw you disappear；
and she couldn’t even tell if you’d e home or not。 Your future got lost； just like theirs。
“We’re not sure why this is。 Some natural defense they’re born with？” He spoke as if he were talking to
himself now； still looking at the piece of my truck’s engine as he twirled it in his hands。 “That doesn’t seem
entirely likely； since I haven’t had any trouble reading their thoughts。 The Blacks’ at least。 Carlisle theorizes
that it’s because their lives are so ruled by their transformations。 It’s more an involuntary reaction than a
decision。 Utterly unpredictable； and it changes everything about them。 In that instant when they shift from one
form to the other； they don’t really even exist。 The future can’t hold them。 。 。 。”
I listened to his musing in stony silence。
“I’ll put your car back together in time for school； in case you’d like to drive yourself；” he assured me after
a minute。
With my lips mashed together； I retrieved my keys and stiffly climbed out of the truck。
“Shut your window if you want me to stay away tonight。 I’ll understand；” he whispered just before I
slammed the door。
I stomped into the house； slamming that door； too。
“What’s wrong？” Charlie demanded from the couch。
“Truck won’t start；” I growled。
“Want me to look at it？”
“No。 I’ll try it in the morning。”
“Want to use my car？”
I wasn’t supposed to drive his police cruiser。 Charlie must be really desperate to get me to La Push。
Nearly as desperate as I was。
“No。 I’m tired；” I grumbled。 “’Night。”
I stamped my way up the stairs； and went straight to my window。 I shoved the metal frame roughly — it
crashed shut and the glass trembled。
I stared at the shivering black glass for a long moment； until it was still。 Then I sighed； and opened the
window as wide as it would go。
3。 MOTIVES
THE SUN WAS SO DEEPLY BURIED BEHIND THE CLOUDS that there was no way to tell if it had set or not。 After
the long flight — chasing the sun westward so that it seemed unmoving in the sky — it was especially
disorienting； time seemed oddly variable。 It took me by surprise when the forest gave way to the first buildings；
signaling that we were nearly home。
“You’ve been very quiet；” Edward observed。 “Did the plane make you sick？”
“No； I’m okay。”
“Are you sad to leave？”
“More relieved than sad； I think。”
He raised one eyebrow at me。 I knew it was useless and — much as I hated to admit it — unnecessary to
ask him to keep his eyes on the road。
“Renée is so much more 。 。 。 perceptive than Charlie in some ways。 It was making me jumpy。”
Edward laughed。 “Your mother has a very interesting mind。 Almost childlike； but very insightful。 She sees
things differently than other people。”
Insightful。 It was a good description of my mother — when she was paying attention。 Most of the time
Renée was so bewildered by her own life that she didn’t notice much else。 But this weekend she’d been
paying plenty of attention to me。
Phil was busy — the high school baseball team he coached was in the playoffs — and being alone with
Edward and me had only sharpened Renée’s focus。 As soon as the hugs and squeals of delight were out of the
way； Renée began to watch。 And as she’d watched； her wide blue eyes had bee first confused and then
concerned。
This morning we’d gone for a walk along the beach。 She wanted to show off all the beauties of her new
home； still hoping； I think； that the sun might lure me away from Forks。 She’d also wanted to talk with me
alone； and that was easily arranged。 Edward had fabricated a term paper to give himself an excuse to stay
indoors during the day。
In my head； I went through the conversation again。 。 。 。
Renée and I ambled along the sidewalk； trying to stay in the range of the infrequent palm tree shadows。
Though it was early； the heat was smothering。 The air was so heavy with moisture that just breathing in and out
was giving my lungs a workout。
“Bella？” my mother asked； looking out past the sand to the lightly crashing waves as she spoke。
“What is it； Mom？”
She sighed； not meeting my gaze。 “I’m worried。 。 。 。”
“What’s wrong？” I asked； anxious at once。 “What can I do？”
“It’s not me。” She shook her head。 “I’m worried about you 。 。 。 and Edward。”
Renée finally looked at me when she said his name； her face apologetic。
“Oh；” I mumbled； fixing my eyes on a pair of joggers as they passed us； drenched with sweat。
“You two are more serious than I’d been thinking；” she went on。
I frowned； quickly reviewing the last two days in my head。 Edward and I had barely touched — in front of
her； at least。 I wondered if Renée was about to give me a lecture on responsibility； too。 I didn’t mind that the
way I had with Charlie。 It wasn’t embarrassing with my mom。 After all； I’d been the one giving her that lecture
time and time again in the last ten years。
“There’s something 。 。 。 strange about the way you two are together；” she murmured； her forehead
creasing over her troubled eyes。 “The way he watches you — it’s so 。 。 。 protective。 Like he’s about to throw