I gaped at my daughter who was staring inquiringly at Edward.

"Anne? What are you doing here? "I stammered.

"Visiting" she answered matter-of-factly. Anne stuffed some popcorn in her mouth.

"Why didn't you tell me you were visiting?"

She shrugged. "Are you really mad because of that? Who is your friend?" She grinned. "Is he your boyfriend?"

I faced Edward. "I'm... sorry, she is Anne, the friend I told you about earlier."

From the corner of my eye I saw Anne cock an eyebrow. Just play along!

Edward's eyes widened and looked at Anne and me alternatively. He opened his mouth and then closed it.

What the...?

Then it hit me. Edward could read minds. I had mine protected, but that didn't mean he couldn't read Anne's.

I sucked in a breath. Oh, Crap.

"She is your daughter... " Edward said staring dreamly into space.

I'm so screwed

"Yes, she is."

He focused on me again. "Why didn't you tell me?, Didn't you trust me?"

"I... It's different, she's none of your business."

"Wow, this is better than a soap opera" Anne whispered.

I glared at her. "You, go to bed. Right Now."

"Sure, because I travel all the way to Forks to be sent to bed. Wooo-hooo my dream came true" she muttered while she took her popcorn bowl and went upstairs. "See ya later, Mom's boyfriend!"

I turned to Edward. "I'll see you tomorrow" He opened his mouth to speak . "Please, I'm tired, can we talk tomorrow?"

He sighed, but accepted reluctantly. "Fine."

I waited until he left to yell. "Anne Katherine Hayes!"

She peeked her head from the staircase. "Yes?"

"You dropped from school again?"

She bit her lip. "Yes."

I walked towards the stairs and sat on a step, Anne sat beside me. "I thought you liked it there."

She tied her auburn hair in a knot at the base of her neck. "Yes, I liked the place, but... I still feel it's not where I'm supposed to be."

"Hmmm... I see." Anne was a very smart girl, but she always told me that there was something missing, something wrong about the life she had, and I may know what that was.

"I can stay here for a while, right?"

"Of course you can. "I hugged her. "You know you'll always have a home to go to while I live."

"Now you get all cheesy..."

I tickled her in her ribs until she was crying. "Okay, okay you're not cheesy!" She rubbed her sides. "You didn't tell me your boyfriend's name."

"He isn't my boyfriend."

"Then why you didn't tell him I'm your daughter?"

I looked at her; I mean, really looked at her. We had been a team for the last century, we had endured so many things together, she embraced me when I cried even though I couldn't tell her what I was crying for. I had kept so much things for myself... Who was I going to tell them to if not to my daughter? She trusted me and loved me, she deserved the truth. If I kept it hidden, then what kind of mother would I be?

I took a deep breath and stared into her too familiar beautiful green eyes.

"Because he's your father."