Shes dead. My Bella is dead.

Edward couldn't think of anything else. In all his years, he had never known a pain like this. It made the vampire transformation seem like a gentle tickling.

If only I hadn't left. It's all my fault!

When Rosalie told him Bella had jumped off a cliff, Edward could not believe it. Bella has more sense than that. But when he called her house and the werewolf said Charlie was at a funeral...

Edward stared down at the airplane ticket in his hand: Volterra, Italy.

I can't live in this world anymore without her