I held on to Edward's arm tightly, waiting for something.
Anything.
The little girl looked up at us, her blue eyes filled with tears.
She was dressed in a small pink dress adorned with purple sequins. It was covered with small rips and stains. She had no shoes on her feet. There were bruises covering her arms, and she had her messy blonde hair pulled back with a teal scrunchie. She looked at Edward and me, then let out a small cry.
"Wha- What should we do?" I asked Edward, staring at the girl.
" I'm not sure," he said. "The best thing to do is to take her with us."
"Dad," Renesmee said, stepping in from the shadows. "The only thing we can do is take her with us. She was obviously abused, and who knows if she will make it through the night. It's so cold, she could likely freeze to death."
The small girl shivered from the cold.
I knew there was a reason that Alice was blocking Edward. Plus, why she kept telling us that we had to go to Seattle when we had wanted to put it off. There was always a reason, and Alice must have thought that this was a great reason.
This was a good reason. A very good one.
Edward gently held his hand out to the girl, hoping she would take it. She began to reach out, but, feeling Edward's cold skin, shuddered and moved away. I remembered faint memories of when I first touched Edward. I knew exactly how the girl felt. Having an idea, I nudged Renesmee, grabbing her hand and holding it out. Getting my idea, she held out her hands.
The girl stayed away for a little bit, then tentatively walked towards Renesmee. Feeling Renesmee's warm skin, she crawled into her arms. We walked silently back to the Volvo. Edward and I sat in the front, and Nessie sat in the back with the girl. They both fell asleep as Edward sped towards home.