'"So this is a lot different than Phoenix, huh?" He asked

'Very'

'It doesn't rain much there, does it?'

'Three or four times a year,'

'Wow, what must that be like?' he wondered.

'Sunny,' I told him.

'You don't look very tan.'

'My mother is part albino.'"

My words never seemed so far off, yet so very close.

"I haven't seen you in a while, Isabella," Grandma Marie breathed into my ear.

Days before

Edward and I were up in Jacksonville, Florida visiting Renee' and Phil. Edward was talking to Phil about base ball, Renee' was in the kitchen, and I was combing through Renee's bookshelf.

"Mom, can I look at the old family album?" I asked.

"Sure thing, sweetie," I heard Renee call from the kitchen.

I pulled out the dusty, old book. I flipped to the second page. I quickly spotted one of my embarrassing school photos from years ago.

"When are you going to update the album, Mom?" I grumbled.

"Soon," She laughed.

I flipped through the pages. I caught quick glimpses of Charlie and Renee, my baby pictures, some old pictures of Renee…..

I stopped at the picture of a small, pale faced woman with curly light brown hair. Underneath the picture was the title Marie Goldenson. (Let's pretend that is her maiden name, OK?) Renee came in the room.

"Mom, can you tell me a bit about my Grandma Marie?"

"Well…." She started. "Your Grandma Marie had me when she was about twenty. About a year after I was born, she left the house to get groceries, and never came back. Your grandfather thought she might have died. He was real messed up about it. He committed suicide when I was around seven-teen."

She paused to breathe, and then continued.

"My father always told me she could guess wherever somebody was. Like she guessed that my father was in the bathroom, so she went up to the bathroom door, only to find that he locked himself in. I was told that she was always a comfort, or at least that's what my Father said. He always looked upset whenever the subject came up. That's all I know about her."

I looked at the picture with admiring eyes. Edward then walked over.

"Hey Bella. What are you looking at?"

He bent over my shoulder, at first with curious eyes, then with a look of pure horror.

"I need to talk to you," He breathed in my ear.