EPOV

This Quill guy is clearly a genius. I showed him the Facebook page from Chelsea, and asked him to get inside to see if she had pictures or something with Esme.

Sadly, she had nothing, except a guy who liked the bitch.

Then, Alice brought a few printed mails from Esme, thinking he could get into her account. He did it.

Though it was more like he guessed her password than hacker work.

Now Esme make very clear by now to her friends that she was taking some time away... but she never said where, only that she needed some time to grieve her lost daughter. Ha! Grieving her ass when we finally get to her.

I asked Quill if he could find out where she wrote the mails, but he gave a twenty minutes explanation of why that may be impossible because Esme's mail was from Gmail, though he offered to try it. I offered him money, more liquor but finally it was Carlisle's offer to coach him through his college studies what convinced him to help us in everything we needed. He said it was a good practice. And I think he was curious about Bella and not totally convinced of the reality of what happened.

While he worked, I sat in front of Bella's container. You could see her sweet face. She looked relaxed. I sighed. Even as blurry as she was now, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. The shoes she wore today... I was with her when she bought them.

I remember that day, she broke the heel of her previous pair and wanted to buy ones without Alice taking her to every shoe store at the mall.

"If you don't want Alice to notice, we have to leave now."

"But it's raining!"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Just run to the car."

And we ran; I opened the door and let her get inside first, then went to my side and she had already opened my door. I got inside laughing. She was so cute, all wet and her hair was all messed up. I couldn't resist, I kissed her.

I promised her if we found them in the first two stores, I'll buy her chocolate ice cream; if we didn't then she had to buy it for me.

"... but I don't want them too high. I'm going to be inside the house!"

I pulled some funny kind of shoes. They were made of plastic.

"Not crocs! It would be like I'm wearing flip-flops. I have to look professional, but not too dressy."

We found them in the second store. I think she just chose them to make me buy her the ice cream, and to make out more.

Oh my sweet Bella! I promise you I'll find that little girl. You'll be back to normal. I could not stop feeling guilty. If only I had pressured her to stop earlier...

"She wouldn't have listened to you. She's very stubborn." Alice patted my back.

"How did you know?"

"Because guilt its eating me too. If only... but alas, she was very stubborn and she was adamant to give Esme a chance. Now, I think we all knew this Esme was bad news, but we gave her the benefit of the doubt."

"The loss of a her child made us to take pity on her."

"I think there was more with her. We should had noticed how obsessed she was. Not even Chelsea was like that."

"Guys! Come over here!" Seth came running. "Carlisle found something in the video. He finally developed the last layer of the tapes from Esme's session. The first one we filmed." He took a look at Bella and sighed. "She's the sweetest woman in the world, she never deserved this."

Alice pulled to stand up, and said "Well, at least we have a chance to find her."

xxx

Carlisle was in a frenzy tapping in the keyboard. Quill was mesmerized by he was watching on the screen.

"Guys, this is first session we filmed. Look here's Esme taking her seat. Then Bella is humming. Here!" He pointed to the screen, a shadow came closer to where Esme was seated. It surrounded her and then moved to where Bella was humming. The shadow got more solid behind her back, you could clearly see a little girl but there was another shadow. When the blue fog came from her mouth, the shadow that was behind Bella became the silhouette of a tall woman. But the shadow remained behind Bella the whole session. When the fog got back to her mouth, the little girl was standing with the woman, they held hands and left.

"Wow!" That was Quill, who in his astonishment left his glasses fall to the floor. Jasper almost stepped on them.

"Wait, so there was a woman who brought the daughter. What was her name?" I was beginning to think that woman was the one who manipulated everything.

"The girl's name is Bree. But that woman... she moves gracefully, maybe she's young." Alice answered. By now, she had memorized everything we had on Esme.

"Maybe when you're a ghost you move like that. How are we going to find who's the woman?"

Carlisle was working in another tape, and he called us again to look at the screen.

"Here's another session, one or two before the last."

This time, the shadow didn't come close to Esme. Just appeared behind Bella. While Bella was relaxing, the shadow got more solid... and the shape of an old woman appeared. A hunchbacked, very fat and small woman.

"That wasn't Bree!"

Esme POV

The gardener wasn't as creepy as I thought. I was watching him from the kitchen. He wasn't that old, maybe in his late sixties. His long black hair only had a few strands of gray hair intertwined. He had his hair tied on a ponytail, and by his skin colour and the deep black on his eyes I found he was of native american descend.

He greeted me with a nod of his head, and got to work in Rosalie's garden. He pulled out a container with eggshells, and orange skins. Then he proceeded to crush them and mix them. How curious!

I was so entranced with his work that I didn't notice when Bree went out to talk to him. I decided to get to the yard, just to hear what he said.

When I got out, I found a white butterfly on the door. It's funny how these bugs never bothered me, but now I'm beginning to think they may be a plague. When we arrived, I found one and showed it to Bree who smiled. Yesterday I found more. Like a dozen, flying around the garden. But today, now that I was walking in the yard, we had probably forty. I tried to scare them out of the yard, while I paid attention to Bree and the old man.

"So when the orange skin and the eggs decomposed they help the plants to grow."

"Oh! And you don't think worms are yucky; there's one right on your finger." Bree giggled.

The old man lifted his hand, the worm hanging from his finger.

"This friend got curious and maybe lost his way home. Here let me put him back. Probably his family is looking out for him."

"Do worms have Mommy?"

"Of course! And I'm sure she misses him."

"But how will he make it to his home? I'd like to help him."

Oh my sweet girl. Better get a wet rag to clean her hands because she will surely get dirty with that worm.

I got back and the scene was quite different.

"My Mother used to think white butterflies were the souls of our dear ones who passed away."

"So maybe one of those butterflies could be my Dad?" Bree lifted her arm with a butterfly perched on her hand. Bree giggled and murmured something I didn't catch.

The old man gave her a hard glare. What's wrong with him?

Bree crushed the butterfly and giggled.

She dropped the remanent of the butterfly on the grass and turned to the shocked gardener. "You're silly old man." And she ran to me.

"Mommy! The old man said something bad to me!" I hugged her, but I knew she was lying. There was something wrong with Bree. Better cancel that appointment to the animal shelter. We're not getting a cat.

xxx

Later on, I was cleaning the empty rooms. Bree was in her room, I punished for lying.

Because the house came furnished, we had a few things that we didn't need and I didn't want them around; like the exotic lamp on the coffee table. I put a few of them in a box, and climbed to the attic.

The room was dark and in clear need of deep cleaning. I turned on the light and huffed in annoyance. There were boxes everywhere! Well, one more won't make a difference. I walked around to see what else we had here. An old mirror, a mannequin! And there was something near the small window...

I walked and I found a circle made of some kind of white dust with a blanket thrown inside. I tasted it. It was salt. I removed the blanket carefully, who knows what kind of insect was under? Oh God! There were some weird signs made of salt and in the middle, a dead bird was rotting covered in salt.