Morte

How could this happen?

Bella was pregnant.

Something was going to gnaw through her from the inside out.

Something horrendous.

Morte

As we flew out of Isle Esme, all I could think of was what that diminutive woman was screaming at me, furious for what I have bestowed on my Bella.

"Death," She spoke.

A single word.

A single syllable.

Morte

How could this be?

We were released from the airport.

Bella bolted from my side, and before I could catch her,

She dived into Rosalie's open arms.

Rosalie!

Why?

How could she?

A vampire baby?

Morte

No! I could not blame her.

I had to blame myself.

Only me.

Morte