Of course I don't own the characters. Give Stephenie Meyers credit for being so blessedly creative. Comments and constructive criticism are always appreciated. - lwright
"The Circle" :: Prologue
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One of my first, clearest memories is of my mom, my dad, and Jacob.
Not them, really, but their voices – soft, whispered, drifting upstairs to where I could hear them in my crib. I was a child but not actually, my brain and my body at odds about how old I really was.
It was an argument. A rush of voices so fast that they sounded almost like the wind…
…she will have a choice, Jake…
…of course, I would never…
…normal life…
…choose her own heart…
…I didn't pick this for myself…
…don't want her to know…
…love her in any way she picks for me…
And then my mom, so solemnly: "But what if she doesn't pick you?"
Jake's bare whisper, an echo of an echo: "Then I really don't want her to know."