I sat on my windowsill and stared out into the trees. My body was at ease but my mind was racing a mile-a-minute, thoughts of my secret zipping around my head like flies. My belly did somersaults and my heart pounded in her chest.

Whatwillpeoplethinkiftheyfindout?I thought then scoffed. There are hardly any secrets in Forks; it's not if, it's when.

I mentally shook myself. Can't think that way, I have to be strong for him because I doubt he's very happy to be coming back here, to our birthplace, with Dad.

Oh, Charlie! I couldn't tell him Peter was coming home. I was so close then just chickened out. I know he's ashamed of Peter and telling him of his quickly approaching arrival would do more harm than good. I just hope this time he'll acknowledge his own son's existence this time. Unlike the trial, back then Charlie just sat there, looking anywhere but at Peter. I cried myself to sleep that night.

Can't think that way! Won't do any good! I don't even want to begin to think about how Forks High is going to take this. All those gossips will be on him quick as lightening. Oh why was I friends with one of the biggest gossips in town? Jessica Stanley will just eat this up! Innocent Isabella Swan's murdering brother, back for more! But I wasn't innocent. I took as much part in that murder as my brother had but he took the full wrap. I had begged and begged for them to understand that it was my fault as well, but Peter just said I was sad and delusional. He couldn't bare the thought of his sister behind bars. So he took the blame, went to prison and now he's back.

Even though worries clouded her mind and made her body fill with anxiety, Bella couldn't help but feel excited. Her twin brother was coming home. She hasn't seen him in a year. Charlie hadn't let her visit. Though they did send secret letters to each other, letters that Charlie was blissfully ignorant about. Oh, she missed Peter so much it was almost painful and the thought of seeing him again, his smile, his laughter, his ability to make a bad situation seem bright, oh she missed it all.

Suddenly, the revving of a motor bike engine broke Bella away from her thoughts. She would recognise that engine anywhere. She and her brother had worked on repairing two amazing motorbikes, ones that they would ride to school and anywhere they went together. That happened to be another thing Charlie was blissfully ignorant about. Anyway, those bikes were their pride and joy and she would recognise the purr of that engine anywhere. It meant Peter was here.

Bella looked down onto the street below her and saw a figure sitting on a motor bike, looking right back up at her window. The figure raised a hand and held up two fingers, a peace sign. She raised her two fingers and returned the sign.

She ran to her door and threw herself down the stairs in an effort to get to her brother sooner. Bella ripped open the front door and froze. There sat her twin brother, Peter Swan, on his motor bike that they had made together, staring right back at her with such a look of happiness it made Bella repeat it without a moments hesitation.

She stumbled down the front steps, hardly daring to believe it, hardly daring to believe that her brother was finally here and this wasn't a dream. Her fears evaporated instantly when she heard him say "Hey Izzy girl, it's been a long while, aint' it?"

Peter got off his bike and enveloped his twin in a, much needed, tight embrace. Bella held her twin just as hard and cried into his shoulder. Peter just held her and didn't say anything. That was what his twin needed when she cried; she needed time to let it all out before she said anything. Peter knew his twin like the back of his hand. And she knew him just as well.