Edward walks past the bar every day. He always did, he had just never noticed it before now. These days, it's all he can see. It seems to get bigger every day.
He doesn't go inside.
He runs the shop: he sells books, he restocks, he cleans shelves. The shelves have never been so clean. Unlike his mind, which replays the look in Jaspers eyes, over and over, any time he is idle.
So he keeps himself busy, until he can't any more, and then he calls Alice.
He knows what she will say, but he dials her number anyway.
