"I can't let you take care of me Edward." She says, fire in her eyes as she pushes me away.
"Isabella…you are my life now. I have the means so why should it matter where the money comes from? We can get your father into a hospice facility and then we can…" I suggest but she is up like a shot.
"I will not put my father in hospice. He has always been there for me…when no one else was." She whispers and her words cut through me.
I actually look down to see if my chest is splayed open.
It feels like it.
I'm vaguely aware of an odd panting sound but I don't realize that it's me until Isabella puts her hand on my arm.
"Don't cry Edward…I'm sorry." She breathes as she pulls my head against her chest.
There may not be any tears but I'm sure as hell crying.
"If I had only come for you sooner we could have been together all this time." I whimper into her…well, my shirt.
Her little hands run through my hair and I can feel her shake her head.
"No Edward…you were meant to come now. You were meant to save me."
See...everything happens for a reason...
Trust, true?