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This chapter is all about Edward: enjoy!

Chapter 13

Edward POV

It had been two weeks since Alice was found, hospitalised, announced dead and with some miracle came back. I parked my car and looked up at the house I loved. My home. I left Bella with Alice at the hospital and drove to Long Island, the suburbs where me, Emmet and my parents lived. In some families there is a slight resentment between the parents. But not mine. I got out the car and looked up at the house. The house my parents left for me and Emmet. We still took care of it and came to check up on it every couple weeks. My parents were both only children for their parents. And both sets of my grandparents were dead; they too had no siblings which meant that Emmet was my only family. I had no extended family nothing else. I sighed and walked up to the porch.

I reminisced the happy summer days we had on this porch. I unlocked the front door and stepped in. I looked in the corner where the fireplace was; next to it every year that's where we kept the Christmas tree. All the happy moments hit me. I loved how the aura of my family's happiness and love was there. My mum and dad unlike most other parents were always in love, the way they looked at each other was something I came to understood as I grew up. They brought me and Emmet up with fairness and love. Even when we turned into moody teenagers my mum's infectious laugh was never wavered. They gave us space, so we came and talked to them about our problems. This made me feel secure. I went into my old bedroom it still looked the same from when I moved out to go to New York University, mom and dad didn't change it into an office or a gym room like other parents would. They left it just as I did.

I sat on the bed which was gathering dust, mom's funeral was the most devastating day of our lives. Dad wouldn't eat or sleep. Me and Emmet moved back for a couple of weeks to look after him. But the grieve killed him. But at least they were together now. In my dad's will they left us everything, money and property which prices at millions of dollars. We laid dad to rest right next to mom.

I walked into my mom's room. Me and Emmet left it as it was. I looked at the wedding picture of mom and dad which was on their bedside table. I'll never forget the things they have taught me. Mom showed us how with love and kindness you can win over your worst enemies. Dad showed me that respect came from the heart and fear and respect were very different things that weren't related. He taught me to be a man, respect women, and to be a better person. I laid back on their bed and something poked me. I moved of and picked up a key.

"Mommy, why do you wear that key around your neck?" Emmet asked. I looked up and she just smiled at us.

"Because this key is important, it's a key to my heart and one day I'll give it to you."

Oh god, I forgot about this. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. It was the very same key, but why did Mom want to give this to us. I think I will call Emmet; I stood up and made to leave the room when I glanced up. I put the phone back in m pocket. Could it be?

We never really found out what was up there. This must be it. I went back to my room and got a chair. I stood on it and unlocked the little trap. The key fit in perfectly. I threw it open and looked in there but couldn't because of dust that flew into the air. It was dark and I couldn't see a thing. I sighed. I really should be making my way back. But there was a flash light right in front of my face. It was an old model I chuckled at the old technology. I turned the torch on and flicked it around. Apart from the inches thick dust there was only three things; an arm chair, a table and a box on top. I pulled myself in there, sneezing. I couldn't imagine how mom would ever get in here. I flashed the torch and found shutters. I opened them and light flooded the room. I looked out and saw my car parked right in front of the house. This is a joke, this room actually existed.

So this room was important to mom, but she never managed to give the key to us before she died. It was so important that she kept its existence hidden. I looked at the box, did that have something to do with this? I made my way to the armchair and sat down. The box on the table right in front of my face. I opened it, the curiosity was killing me.

The contents consisted of pictures, newspaper articles, and reports. I picked up the first one, which was a birth certificate. A baby was born one year after I was! This can't be! Mom and dad had another kid, but how and where is it. It was a baby girl called Mary. She had to be twenty four now. But if mom and dad had a baby why would they keep that hidden from us. I picked up a newspaper article that has been clearly ripped of a newspaper. Baby girl Mary: Still Missing and below was a picture. I closed my eyes, poor mom and dad losing their baby like this. Another article, Baby Mary Kidnapped. My baby sister was kidnapped? That means she could be anywhere right now. I sighed and went through it. There were pictures next. Mom glowing holding the baby in the front garden. There were lots of pictures; even one with me and Mary.

"God mom, you took this pain to the grave with you," I whispered. I looked at this picture I must have been two, Emmet three and the Mary one. From the picture I could see Mary's piercing green eyes. I picked up a picture of Mom; her youth when her and dad were dating. She had long black hair and was really short; me and Emmet inherited her brown eyes but it looks like Mary got dad's green eyes. This picture of mom reminds me of – ALICE!

Oh god, Alice, of course why didn't I think of it. Alice grew up in care and she said there has been no record of who her parents were. This matched her date of birth, and the picture of mom and dad's eyes. I sat back shell shocked. It had to be. I went through the box and found more pictures but I don't remember a baby sister. There were more articles from different newspapers. Then there was a letter. I picked it up. On the envelope I could see mom's beautiful script writing. To Mary, Edward and Emmet.

Inside there were two letters. I opened the first one and read it.

To Emmet and Edward, my wonderful boys

By the time you read this I will probably have died. I know if you have gone through this you will have a couple of questions. Why didn't I tell you about your sister? When your sister went missing I suffered a huge heart ache. There was nothing more important to me in the world than being a mom. I wouldn't get out of bed, eat or talk. Your father was wonderful and took care of everything. Then one day while you boys were playing you got hurt and I heard a scream. I jumped out my bed and came running. I will never forget that feeling that got me out of bed. The protectiveness and love I had for you boys. You boys didn't understand where your sister went and why I was acting as I was. I will never forget the weeks I neglected you. From then on I kept it to myself and promised myself as long as I live you will never feel my pain. After a couple of months you boys forgot your sister. I couldn't blame you, you were too young. We never found her and the search for her was officially over and she was pronounced dead. Me and your father could do nothing but go on back to normal and we did. You boys were the joys of our life. But there will always be a void in my heart that nothing can fill. I couldn't mention this to you boys because of what it did to me. I love you more than anything else and I hope with all my heart that one day you find your sister and when you do you give her the letter in here.

My special boys, from Mommy.

I wiped the tears of my face.

"I love you too, Mom," I said. "I promise I will find her." I put everything back into the box and made my way home.