The next morning I woke up to my phone ringing. "Hello," I said slowly, still half asleep.
"Hey Sara," I heard a pixie like voice.
"Alice," I questioned.
"Yes. Hey, did you get that picture I asked for. I really want to finish this project."
"Um, no, not yet. But I'll get to you. I'll drop by today."
"Okay, cool. I'm going hunting, but if I'm not there you can just leave it in my room."
"Alright, I'll see you later, Alice. Bye."
"Bye," she said and hung up.
I rolled out of bed and went to the restroom to brush my teeth and got ready. Just as I was about to grab the photo from my room, I heard a knock on the door and went to answer it. "Ms. Call, what are you doing here?"
"I'm here because I'm worried about Embry. He hasn't been home in a week. I know he spends a lot of time at the hospital, but he still comes home to sleep. He hasn't even done that. Do you know where he is?"
How was I supposed to tell my future mother-in-law that I had no clue where her son—my future husband—was? "Honestly, I haven't heard from him either. He came over one day, we got in a fight, and he left. No one has heard from him since, not even Carlisle."
"Oh my. I'm just really worried. He hasn't done anything like this in years. I mean, when it first happened, at least he came home, even though he was sneaking out. But this, it's unlike him."
Tiffany, she didn't know about us. Sam thought it would be better if she didn't know. It would cause her more pain, and possibly force her to reveal who Embry's father was. Sam, Quil, and Jacob, they didn't really want to know. And honestly, they didn't really care. In the end, it was about Tiffany's safety.
"I know this is hard for you. If anyone hears from him, I'll let you know and I'll tell him to go home and see you."
"Thank you, sweetheart. You know, I'm glad Embry's marrying you. You have an amazingly wonderful and pure heart. I hope he gets over whatever it is you fought about and comes home. Take care." With that, she left.
Pure heart, huh? If I had such a pure and wonderful heart, then why was I hurting people all the time? Especially Embry. I just wish I knew where he was. I missed him, and I could feel in my heart that it hurt more than any other time I've been hurt. I didn't know what to do.
After a few minutes, I went back to my room to get the picture Alice asked for. I went into my top drawer and dug through all my clothes. What? Where is it? It's not here. What the hell was going on? Then I noticed, my shirt. The one that Emmett gave me before he left. It had a cute but ferocious bear on it. It was missing too. He got for me before he left, to make sure I remembered that he was the only one who could truly take me on at anything, even though I always beat him at stuff.
But anyway, I checked the dirty clothes to make sure it wasn't there, and I knew it wasn't because I hadn't worn it in such a long time. Then I thought, maybe Alice took it. But then why would she call to say she still needed it other than to put me in a panic. But she would never do that. Then the thought just popped into my head.
No way, he would never do that. I grabbed my keys and ran out the door.