The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt #: Twenty-three
Pen name: themorningafter
Pairing: none
Rating: K
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Charlie Swan sat on his porch, lighter in hand, staring off into space. It was a rare sunny day in Forks, Washington, and all Charlie could think about was his daughter.
She was gone, along with that husband of hers, lost on her way to her honeymoon. He'd gotten a call in the wee hours only two days after he'd left Bella at the Cullen mansion. A sober voice had broken the news.
Small plane. Crash. No bodies recovered.
Charlie refused to think of Bella as just a "body." He'd find her if it was the last thing he did.