The next day I slowly woke up, groaning at my aching muscles. I felt like I'd been asleep for ages. Then the "dream" came back to me. I sat bolt upright, feeling the familiar grief in the pit of my stomach. I rubbed my eyes, and to my surprise heard a deep chuckle from my right hand side. I swivelled my head to the noise, and saw Edward lying next to me.

"You always used to wake up like that." My jaw hit the floor. Edward was here with me. I felt a flutter of hope that began to build in my chest…

"w-what are you doing here Edward?" I whispered to him.

He looked me in the eye.

"The truth or the public story?"

I couldn't believe he was asking me this.

"The truth Edward. Don't lie to me! We all thought you were dead…me, Esme, Carlisle..."I trailed off when there was a timid knock on the door.

"Come in!" Edward called. In walked Esme with a tray of food for us both.

"I could hear voices, so I thought I'd bring you both some breakfast." The look of disbelief on my face stopped her in her tracks.

"Esme…why aren't you upset like me…?" I trailed off when I the new development dawned on me.

"You…knew…where…he…was…" all the pain I'd been through for the past two years, and Esme knew where Edward had gone! How dare she betray me like that? Sweet, dear Esme had lied to me. The anger I felt coursing through my veins must have been apparent on my face, because Esme backed out the room.

"I'll talk to you later…Bella" she turned and fled down the stairs. I leaped off the bed and went to run down after her. How dare she treat me like this? Like I was a child! I wasn't stupid. I needed answers, and I needed them now!

Edward was off the bed and in front of the door in a flash.

"Bella… let me explain first. My family only followed my wishes. You've got to understand…please Bella, just listen to me for half an hour!"

I growled as I realised that it wasn't just Esme who betrayed me.

"Fine. I'll listen. But don't expect me not to be angry Edward. You all lied to me.

Edward sighed when he knew I would listen to him. I knew I would hear him out, but I was still reeling from the realisation that he was here, within touching distance…

I snapped myself out of my daydream, got up and began to eat the toast that Esme had left out for us. I didn't look anywhere but the tray on my lap.

When I was finished I got up, grabbed a towel from the rack and disappeared into the bathroom. This routine felt like second nature, but it was tinged with sadness. I knew this was only short-lived. As I relaxed against the feeling of the hot water pounding my tense sore muscles, my mind was on overdrive. I wanted to know what Edward had to say; yet I didn't think I was able to listen without feeling the same sense of betrayal that made me so livid with Esme earlier that day. With resignation I switched off the shower, wrapped myself in a towel. Once I was suitably dry, I went back into Edward's room. He was sat on the end of the bed with his head in his hands. His shoulders were shaking. Obviously he hadn't heard me come in the room. I was torn. Half of me thought I should back out the room, and he would never know I'd seen him in such an emotional position. The other half had other ideas however. Before I knew it, I'd wrapped my arms around him, rubbing soothing circles on his back.

"Shhh, it's alright. I'm not mad anymore…surprised and slightly worried, yes…"

I didn't know where all this had come from; until I realised I was speaking the truth. Just because he left me, it didn't mean anything. Edward clutched at me, I was having a hard job keeping my towel covering me, so I prised his hands off me. I grimaced. I saw a neat pile of clothes piled on my pillow. Alice had obviously been in and put what she thought to be a "suitable" outfit out for me. I smiled at the choice of clothes. She must have know I was mad at her, because she'd picked out a plain pair of blue jeans and a light blue cotton blouse. The underwear however, wasn't something I would wear.

"I should get dressed Edward, stay there." I grabbed the clothes and went back into the bathroom. His emotional state was clearly not great. I grimaced at the thought of the conversation we were about to have. As soon as I was fully dressed I sprinted back into the room. Edward was now pacing around the room, looking more agitated than he had when I'd left less than three minutes ago.

Edward looked at me emotions in his eyes I'd never seen before. He looked like a man burning at the stake. I slumped on the bed. Suddenly I had no energy left in me. I knew it was time to hear the thing he had left me two years ago for…