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"So, this is my mom," Summer explained, pointing at a picture. We were cuddled together on Emily and Sam's loveseat. Summer had her legs tucked up underneath her with the huge photo album spread across both of our laps. Leah sat on Summer's other side, Emily, Jacob, and Colton hovered over us behind the loveseat.

I turned my attention to the photo Summer had pointed at. A young woman stood leaning against a lamppost, obviously in a park, surrounded by green space. She was looking right at the camera, and her eyes were like Summer and Colton's-that same shade of pale green. Her hair was like a blonde halo around her, curly and slightly wild with the sun just behind her, illuminating her from behind. She was very pretty, with a slender nose, pink lips and cheeks, and long eyelashes. I could definitely see the resemblance between her and Summer. They even had the same figure-petite and curvy, but more curvy than slender.

"She modeled for one of her friends; he was a photographer trying to get into a competitive program."

"Did he get in?" Emily asked absently.

"Uh-huh," Summer nodded. She flipped the page, to where Summer's mother was at the same park, this time sitting down with another woman. They were on a park bench, arms wrapped around each other. The other woman had light brown hair, bangs, and big blue eyes. "That's my aunt Carol."

"She's not blood," Colton piped up. "But she's as good as." Summer nodded fiercely in agreement.

"She's Tyler's mom," Summer explained. She tapped another picture lightly, drawing my attention. "This is-was-her husband. He wasn't as nice as Carol, but he was okay."

"Why wasn't he nice?" Leah asked.

"He liked to knock Tyler around. He had really bad anger issues."

"Are they divorced?" Emily asked.

"He's dead," Summer answered flatly. Her voice brightened as she flipped the page. "This is my grandma."

"She was the best," Colton added. Summer nodded in agreement. The older woman on the page didn't look much older than sixty, with graying hair and a wide smile. Her eyes were the mysterious shade of pale green, but her tan skin pushed me to believe she was mixed racially.

"Grandma was one-fourth Cherokee," Summer explained. Weird…it was like she had read my mind or something, like Edward could do. "Sorry," Summer apologized. I looked at her, confused, and she bit back a grin as she tapped her temple lightly. "I wasn't trying to…it just…happened."

Mind-reader. So, Colton couldn't read Summer's mind, but she could read…mine? His? Everyone's? Was that why Colton had looked so amused after Paul's question?

"It's not that simple," she shook her head lightly. "I think we're just really in-tune. I usually have to really concentrate to pick out thoughts. It's not the same as Edward."

Summer looked away from me quickly, focusing on the book again. She flipped a page, and suddenly, her mom was with another man. He was tall, dark, and obviously Native American. The smile on his face looked only half-genuine, as if he wished no one were taking pictures of him. I didn't know what I expected Summer's father to look like, but it wasn't this. He had a tall, wiry frame, with long and lean muscles. His skin was a deep, dark tan, as though he had seen the sun on top of being naturally bronzed. His black hair was long and tied back in a low ponytail, and he had a sleeve of tattoos on his left arm. He was clutching Summer's mother around the waist, holding her close, and she was beaming up at him, clutching the front of his shirt lightly.

I felt more than noticed through sight that Summer was crying. I pulled her close just as a lone tear dropped down on top of her father's face, blurring the picture. Summer wiped it off the plastic page cover with her sleeve quickly and smiled at me.

"Summer…" Emily hesitated.

"Yes?"

"Do you…know what tribe your father was from?"

Summer cheeks flamed a bright pink, and she was suddenly much warmer in my embrace.

"Summmmmmerrrrrr," Colton groaned, throwing his head back in frustration.

"I meant to tell them," she said, her voice high with embarrassment.

"Tell us…what?" Jacob asked, sounding disturbed.

"That our dad is…Quileute?" Summer suggested softly.

aanddd...cliffhanger!