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All rights are those of the author Stephanie Meyer. Quote taken from the Poem, "I Cry, Love! Love!" by Theodore Roethke.


Chapter one: Chaos

Went weeping, little bones. But Where? - Theodore Roethke

Alice brushed the tears off of Bella's cheek with a chilled confidence. "It's going to be O.K.; we will figure this out and get her home". She stepped over the unusual mess of clothes on the floor and picked up the silver antiqued brush that Esme had given Bella in remembrance of her birthday. "I CAN'T TAKE THIS" Bella screamed, her voice cracking with the weight of this revelation. Alice sat down next to her and began brushing her hair, attempting to console her. "I wish I knew more Bells but when she left our connection was severed, I can't contact anyone, and I can't see anything. I am blind but I'm sure it's not what it seems." She leaned back now with tears in her own eyes. "Please Alice" Bella sniffled, "I can't hear that right now. Just let me lay her until the boys get back, please?" Stretching out and clutching her pillow to her chest she couldn't believe so much had happened in the last few hours. The magnitude of not only her sorrow but that of her family was too much to bear.

Just as her tears came flooding back the front door to the cottage swung open and Esme stepped in, bringing sheets of rain with her. The door closed and she came across the room immediately wrapping Bella in an embrace. "Oh honey, come up to the house. We need to sit down with Carlisle and decide what course of action we are going to take." Lifting up Bella's chin so she could look her in the eyes she said, "We are a family no matter what is happening to us right now". Eyes blazing, Bella shifted out of Esme's embrace and jerked herself off of the bed, almost tripping; taking the sheets with her. "Rose will never be part of my family again" Bella hissed, bending down to pick up a teddy bear from a pastel blanket and clutching it to her chest. "Don't speak her name in front of me". With that, she opened the door and stepped out into the morning air, thankful for the cleansing rain but not much else. She needed her husband, her Edward. As she walked away from the cottage barely noticing Alice and Esme trailing behind, she had but one thought in her mind.

Renesmee was gone.