Rosalie:

I inhaled a sharp, exhilarating breath. Was I a bad mother for going out to eat with my friends while my daughter is missing? I don't know the answer to that question, but I surely do feel guilty about it. Emmett set this up to help clear my mind. I doubt it would work. My daughter was gone, temporarily or permanently I don't know. He promised to call if there were any new leads I should know about. I guess I could try to enjoy an hour long brunch knowing I will be notified in an instant if there are any changes to the case.
"Mrs. Cullen," Rosalie looked up and met the waiter's eyes, "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for Lily." Rose smiled as he set her plate down in front of her.

She didn't understand why he was apologizing, but she appreciated the effort of sending out his condolences. Her daughter wasn't dead. Rosalie refused to believe that unless there was proof.
"I wouldn't know what to do if my child was taken," Victoria sighed, cutting into her breakfast, "I could only imagine what that must feel like. The guilt you must feel to lose a child that you're supposed to protect, I just feel-"
"You don't have a child," I interrupted, after taking a sip of my coffee, "you don't know the feeling because you don't have a child!"

I felt Jacob's hand rest against my right forearm and Maria's hand rest along my left. I inhaled another sharp breath after meeting both of their eyes. Out of all of my friends, Victoria and I had a love-hate relationship. We knew what to say to tick the other off. She especially knew everything that gets under my skin, but I still kept her as a friend. I thought of her as a challenge.

Victoria swallowed the food she was chewing, "You knew I always wanted one. What I would do to have a child of my own-" This time she cut herself off.

Kate and Irina looked to me. They knew I was going to have something to say, and they were right. I'm usually up for Victoria's challenges, but today I wasn't pretty much up for anything. I pushed my plate away after my third bite, "Victoria," she looked up from her plate and met my eyes, "How are we friends?" Her brows rose at my question, "I don't ever recall being friends with such a small-minded girl." She looked completely taken aback. I was never this outright honest with her, "I think you need to face the fact that you can't have a child. Every adoption center you've tried turned you down. Your uterus is all messed up, so I'm pretty sure you won't be popping any babies out any time soon. I think I can speak for us," I motioned around the table, "who have children when I say shut up!"

I rose from my seat, and was ready to walk away when Victoria's words caught my ear.
"You're ungrateful."

Her insult pulled me back into my seat, "I'm a lot of things, but ungrateful I'm not!"
"You don't cherish the children you have! You have four Rose! If I had a child like any of yours, I would spoil them rotten! I would treasure them like the jewels they are! For all you know, the person who has your daughter is probably not even hurting her! Maybe they can't have kids, and are raising her like they would raise their own."
"You talk as if you're the one who kidnapped her…" I trailed off, watching her rise from her seat.

She walked around the table to face me, "That's ridiculous and you know it!"
"I don't know anything at this point!" I grabbed the strap of my purse, before turning to face my friends, "I'm not ready for brunch. Jacob, can you just take me back home?"

Bella:

Edward took a seat in his desk chair, and wheeled himself up to his desk, "Okay, what do we know about Nina?"
"She's twenty-three. She's legal." I chewed onto the top of my pen in thought, "She's from Mexico. That's all we know for sure."

Edward silently jotted down everything I listed. He stared down at the only three facts we know for certain.
I took a seat on the corner of his desk, "Do you really think she had something to do with Lily's abduction?"
"I hope not." He sighed, running his hand down his stressed face.

A long, anxious silence fell over us. We didn't have much to work with, but I refuse to give up on this child.
Edward hastily hopped out his seat, "We need to go to the Cullen's house."
"Edward," I took a hold of his arm, "They don't want us on the case anymore."

He snatched his arm out of my hold, "I don't give a damn Bella! I took an oath. I refuse to give up on Lily. I'm going to find that little girl," he grabbed his jacket, "I bet if I approach Rosalie and tell her what the rest of her family 'want,' she will disagree and be on my side."
"Or, she already knows, and they find out you're trying to snoop and ruin your name in this town!" I shouted, in my attempts to keep up with him.

"Then that will have to happen!" He shrugged his shoulders, "I'm not going to stop looking for her. Even if I get fired, I will look for her."

The car ride to the Cullens' house was extremely quiet. I could hear each breath that Edward took. I could hear his fingers tap lightly and anxiously along the stirring wheel. He was extremely nervous about this case. Although Lillian Cullen is still a missing person, if the Cullens withdrew their file of claiming her as a missing person, we have no other choice but to stop looking into that case. Edward wasn't going to let that happen, and now that I think about it, neither am I.

Edward and I approached the front door, and knocked repeatedly. Usually, their butler is standing within a foot of the door, but with the long wait we encountered, we realized he wasn't there.

The door swung open, revealing Emmett, "What can I help you with detectives?"
"We want to ask you all a few more questions." Edward and I stepped inside.
"We already told you everything we know." Esme entered the foyer behind her husband, "How many times do we have to repeat ourselves?"

Alice appeared from the living room, holding Jasper's hand, "Anything you ask us, we already told."
"Besides," Carlisle added, as Emmett closed the door behind us, "I thought we told you all to end this investigation."
Edward stepped forward, "We want to find your granddaughter sir."
"You're going to get her killed." Jasper whispered, leading us into the living room.

"Can we speak to Rosalie?" I looked towards Emmett for an answer.
Emmett shook his head, "Why?"
"We want to know her opinion. If she agrees and says that she wants us to stop investigating, we will stop." I backed towards the stairwell, "Is she upstairs?"
"No. She's not here." Esme asserted, taking a seat on the couch.

Edward's eyes squinted, suspiciously, "Rosalie!"
"Rose!" I shouted, peeking into the dining room, "Rosalie!"
"She's not here." Jasper informed, leading his family into the foyer, "You can call her name all you want. She isn't here."

Edward nodded towards the front door, before walking over towards it, "We will be back."
"I don't think you will." Carlisle wrapped his arm around his wife's waist, "Not if you want to continue working in the state of Washington."

Edward smirked to himself while opening the door, "Mr. Cullen, with all due respect," He turned around to face the older Cullen, "I'm not going to stop investigating."
"What?" Edward quickly turned around at the sound of Rosalie's voice. She stood under the threshold of the front door with an angry scowl plastered across her face, "Detective, who told you that?"

Rosalie walked around me and Edward as she entered the house. No one spoke to answer her question, even though it was directed towards me and Edward.
"What's going on?!" Rosalie's voice raised an octave as she looked around for an answer.
Emmett walked over to his wife, "Edward and Bella were just leaving."

Rose looked into her husband's eyes, "Was there any new leads in the case?" She pried her eyes away and turned to look into mine.
"We were told to stop investigating." I informed.
Rosalie's arms crossed, as her eyes glared, "What? Why would you do that?"
"We were told to. If we didn't comply, our names-"
"would be ruined." Rose finished, turning to face her father-in-law.

"After we received the note, we told them to stop looking." Carlisle proclaimed, defending his actions.
"We can't!" Rose hollered, slamming the door behind her, "We can't do that to us! We can't do that to Lily! If we don't look for her, we won't find her! I highly doubt one day they will just drop her off in front of our house if we continue to do as they say. I don't think they are planning on giving her back!" Rose paused forcing herself to inhale a deep breath and exhale it right afterwards, "Detectives," she turned to face us, "I don't care what they say, but I want you to continue looking for my daughter! And if you two need anything, come to me."

A loud, crashing noise forced Rosalie to close her eyes and take a deep breath. Her hands pressed against her forehead, as she shouted, "BOYS!" She looked at us apologetically before stomping up the spiral staircase.

I smiled at the angry expressions along their faces. Their hearts were in a good place, it's just the decision they made was rash. A lot of emotions were brought out because of Lily's disappearance. If I had a child who was taken, I would have probably acted the same way.

Edward's texting tone brought me out of my reverie. He grasped my elbow, "That was lieutenant," this sparked my curiosity, "We have a body."

Rosalie:

I looked around, and met each of their eyes, "Who did it?"

All I received in return was silence. I stared forward at the shattered mirror to see my broken reflection. Each of my boys mouths were shut tight. No one wanted to be the one to tattle on the other.
"Okay, how about I figure it out…" I stepped forward, as they stood in a line from oldest to youngest, "On second thought, I shouldn't have to. Since no one wants to step forward, all three of you are punished until further notice."

This sparked an immediate reaction out of all of them. Each of them were arguing as to why they shouldn't be the one that's punished.
"Quiet!" I shouted, turning to face my oldest, "I'll let each of you speak, but one at a time. Go ahead Joshua."
"I didn't do it." He pleaded, running his fingers through his hair, "You know this! Legends don't break mirrors! Legends don't get themselves into unnecessary trouble." He approached me, and stared into my eyes, "Raising a legend is extremely hard; mom you should know, but I can guarantee that the hard part has nothing to do with destroying property."

I smirked, "Who is this 'legend' you are referring to?"
"Me." He said as if it was obvious to the world, "You didn't know you were raising a legend?"
"I do now." I nodded my, allowing him to leave.

I trusted Joshua. I knew he didn't do it. I just wanted to hear what he had to say because that child amuses me each and every day.
"Okay," I looked at my two youngest boys, "Which one?"

This caused for Sam to point at Jared and Jared to point at Sam. I waved them to walk forward, "You both are in trouble, and you understand that, right?"

I watched them nod, as I lowered myself to be at eye level, "I understand that you are boys, but please do not make my job any harder than it already is. You two are punished until me and your father get around to replacing the mirror."
"Mom-"

I raised my hand to cut Sam off, "There's no playing rough in the house! You take that crap outside! Am I understood?" He silently nodded, causing me to turn to face Jared, "What about you Jared? Do you understand me?"
"Mom, we-"
"Jared," I interrupted, taking a step towards him, "the next words that I better hear coming out of your mouth is I understand mom. Now, what would you like to say?"
He bowed his head, "I understand mom."
"You boys may go."

Sam walked off, but Jared remained. He wasn't use to me hollering at him, but with everything going on today, I didn't have the patience to deal with it all. First Victoria, then my husband and father-in-law, and now my sons, it just feels as if no one will give me a break.
"What else would you like to say?"
"You're the meanest mom in the entire world!" Jared shouted, before running off in the direction of his room.

My hands flew into the air, as I flopped down into my bed. While staring forward at the shattered mirror, I ran my fingers through my straight hair. The sound of a light knock raps at the opened door.

I let out a breathless sigh, "Whoever said kids keep you young lied!"
"What's with the long face?" My mother walked inside and took a comforting seat next to me.
"Raising boys isn't just a job. It's a long and wild adventure."

She wrapped her arm around my shoulders, "It's not that bad."
"Mom, you've raised one boy. I'm raising three."
"Okay," she nodded, "you got me beat, but don't forget that I raised one boy and one girl by myself. You were not that easy," she pushed a strand of hair behind my ear, "If I remember correctly, you were reckless, dramatic, and downright stubborn. Everything I said to you went in one ear and out of the other."

Another knock at the door interrupted me and my mother's conversation. She pecked my forehead, before leaving me in the room alone with my husband. Emmett stood in front of me, not uttering a word. He was waiting for me to speak first.
"Congratulate me!" I asserted, looking up to meet his eyes, "I have been named the Meanest Mom in the Whole World by our youngest son!"

Emmett's hand dropped onto my shoulder, "He didn't mean it. I bet he wouldn't trade you in for any other mom in the world."
"Yeah, "I smiled and nodded, "His mom is amazing."

"Rose, I came up to apologize. I had no right to make that kind of decision and keep it from you."
"Why did you?" my voice rose higher than expected, "Why did you lie to me? Why tell me you're going to keep me updated with the case, if you knew you wouldn't?"

Emmett sat down where my mother previously sat. His hands stayed to himself. I'm kind of glad they did because I am too upset right now. I would have rejected any type of physical contact.
"I may look strong and together on the outside," He whispered, setting his hands against his knees, "but on the inside it's a total mess. I just thought…I figured if we went along, we would get her back."

"Sometimes I wish life came with an escape button."

His brows rose at my attempt to change the conversation. Everything was already said and done, and the detectives are out there now looking for my daughter. I can't go back to change anything.
"You don't hate me?"

I grabbed four of his fingers, "When I married you, I agreed to love you until death do us part," I squeezed his hand gently, "but I never agreed to like you every day." Emmett leaned over and pecked my cheek.
"I love you."
"I love you too," I rose from the bed, "I'm going to say this in the nicest way possible, but I am taking your advice and working on relaxing, so I'm going to need you to leave me alone."

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