"Is this Mrs. Edward Cullen?"
"Yes, yes it is."
"Mrs. Cullen, we just wanted to inform you that your husband is being flown home as we speak. His plane is due tomorrow evening."
I weep with relief. How I've survived this long without you is nothing short of a miracle.
I fall to the floor, still clutching the phone.
"Mrs. Cullen, are you still there?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, go ahead."
"I was saying that when Mr. Cullen's plane lands we're going to be having him disembark on the tarmac. The media presence is going to be too great a risk."
"A risk to what?"