Edward's POV

It was nearly 3:30am when the sound of shrieking filled the air. I was outside working on my most recent project, but that could wait. My wife's sister was staying with us for a few weeks and I'd never heard her cry like that. Bella made it to the spare bedroom a few moments ahead of me and already sat on the edge of the bed, trying to comfort the child.

"She ok?" I asked, turning on the lamp on the side table before reaching down to rest my hand on the child's head which was currently buried into my wife's shoulder.

"Shhh, I've got ya, kiddo," Bella rocked her back and forth, trying to get her to calm down. Tears streaked her face and her nose ran.

"Are you hurt, darling?" I sat down behind my wife so I could lift the child's face from it's hiding place in her shoulder.

"Nooo..." she shook her head.

"What's the matter, babygirl?" Using my finger, I wiped the tears from her eyes.

"There was a lady in the corner..." she pointed.

"What?" Bella exchanged a quick glance of concern with me before sniffing the air just to be sure. There couldn't have been anyone in the room or we would be able to smell the scent she left behind.

"No, sweetheart, you must have been dreaming," Bella rubbed her back in circles. "We're the only ones here, I promise."

"No, sissy, she was standing right there," she pointed again, the space above her nose wrinkling with frustration.

"I'm sure it seemed very real to you," I nodded, reaching over to lift her up into my arms as I crossed the room to grab a tissue for her nose. "But I promise you, you're safe and we are not going to let anything happen to you."

"But how can you protect me if you don't believe me?" she pressed.

"We believe you believe what you saw," Bella jumped in, not wanting to deal with a meltdown.

"But I did see her..." the child whimpered, trying to climb down from my arms.

"Ok, ok, sweetheart," I smiled at her and shifted her onto my other hip. "Listen, I believe you, ok?"

"Edward..." Bella started to argue, but I held up my hand.

"Can you tell me what she looked like?" I asked, setting her back down on the bed.

"She was um...old, but not like too old just kind of like Grammy Swan," she continued..."Um...she was wearing a nightdress and her hair was in roller things and she had slippers."

"Ok," I said, "Did she say anything?"

"Uh, she tried to talk to me, but nothing came out," she said, matter of factly. "She touched my hand but it was really cold and then she gave me this."

The child extended her chubby hand & opened it to reveal a small heart shaped locket.

Bella gasped; neither one of us had expected this.

"Sophie, where did you get that?" she demanded.

"I already told you, the lady gave it to me," the child insisted.

The level of her most recent tone was enough to wake the baby in the next room. Her cries now came through the walls.

"Bella, go get Renesmee, I've got this," I squeezed my wife's arm on her way out. Once I could hear she reached our daughter in the next room, I turned my attention back to Sophie.

"Can I see your necklace?" I asked, gently. I wasn't about to ignore this.

I took the outstretched object from between the child's two delicate fingers. Carefully, I rotated it around for inspection. It was old and well-made. If I had to guess, I'd place it somewhere in the early 1900's. It took multiple attempts to pry open the locket, but when I did, I nearly dropped it. Inside was a black and white photo of a child who looked so shockingly similar to Sophie, I couldn't believe it coincidental.

When my wife walked in, interrupting my inspection, I nearly dropped the item. "Darling, I'd like to keep the girls in our room for tonight."

I had to hand it to her, she didn't argue or ask questions, she simply took the girls and left me to my own confusion.