Edward's POV-Chpt. 11
I watch Cleo as she walks up the stairs, most likely to her room. As I head to the door, Mr. Weston calls me back.
"Uh Edward," He stars sitting down, "Sit down," I take a seat opposite of him.
"Is something wrong?" I ask automatically. He sighs.
"Lately," He starts, "Cleo hasn't been sleeping well. When I come in to check on her at night, she's still awake, and with everything that's happened recently," His voice trails off. Charlotte. He thinks, I wish she were here. I hear the pain in his thoughts, "Would you mind staying with Cleo," He pauses, "Until she, you know, falls asleep," He asks. I look at him for a moment. I nod my head.
"I would be happy too," I say. I get up, and push my chair in.
"Thank you Edward," Mr. Weston says walking into the den. I walk out of the kitchen and start to head upstairs.