Disclaimer: I don't own Bella, Edward, Charlie, Jacob…heck, I just don't own Twilight. But I own Anthony, a little. HE'S MINE. Okay, just kidding.

A/N: Uhm..this is my first fanfic. This is just the first chapter, you know? I don't know if I'm going to continue it or not, though I'll more than likely be writing. So you need to review and tell me what you think, okay? Thanks a lot. Hope you enjoy.

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"Bella?" Charlie's voice startled me out of my trance.

"Yeah, Dad?"

"Are you okay in here?"

"Yeah, Dad."

I stood up from my bed, where I'd been sitting, thinking about my memories in this house, Charlie's house. It was true that I hadn't lived here long. I moved in with him when I was seventeen. I could hardly believe that that had been only ten years ago. It seemed like forever.

I'd lived with Charlie until I was twenty-two because there was no point in moving out on my own. I'd gone to college—I majored in elementary education—but the school was in Port Angeles, so it was only a short drive every day. Besides, Charlie needed me, and I liked being around him.

Even if I had gotten my own place, it wouldn't have lasted long. I've known since I was nineteen that I'd move in with Jacob just as soon as we were married. I just didn't want to rush things, so I waited until after college. We were married that summer, and then I moved out.

Now it was Charlie's turn to move out.

He'd told me before that he was planning on getting a place with less…memories. Less of a "past," so to speak. I'd never really taken him seriously; he stayed in this house since he married my mother twenty-seven years ago.

But now he was serious about it. He was moving to a new apartment complex on the edge of Forks. He would remain chief of police; nothing was changing except his address.

"You've got a couple of boxes in your truck, right?" Charlie asked gently.

"Yeah, Dad. I've got some stuff in there."

Charlie sighed.

"What's wrong, Dad?"

He looked at me for a moment, then sighed again and sat on my bed, which was now stripped of all my sheets and blankets. He patted the spot next to him. I sat down.

"Bella, I didn't want to tell you this, because I didn't want to upset you…" his voice trailed off and he was now staring past me. I followed his gaze, but it apparently just led into space, because there was nothing to stare at.

"Dad, what is it?" I prodded patiently.

"Bella, I found some things under your floorboards."

I cocked my head at him in confusion. "What…kinds of things?"

He sighed again, and I could tell this conversation was painful for him.

"Bella, I found some things from…Edward."

I gasped. It had been so long since I'd heard his name.

Edward Cullen.

The memories came flooding back. They'd always been with me, ever since he left me nine years ago, never to contact me again, never to return to Forks. But I was pretty good at blocking them out.

Nine years.

Had it really been that long? I shook my head, trying to get the memories out. I guess you could say I'd never gotten over Edward. In fact, I'd named my first son Anthony Masen, since Anthony was Edward's middle name and Masen was his human last name. Jacob, of course, had no clue to this connection. If he did, there is no way he would have allowed it.

"Bella?" Charlie was shaking my shoulders. "Bella, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up. Forget it, okay?" He stood up and pulled me up with him.

"Yeah, okay. Let's go, Dad."

On the way out, I paused to stand in my doorway one last time. I let my eyes flicker over the room, which was practically empty. I, quite stupidly, allowed myself to remember.

Edward Cullen.