A/N: Pictures of Bella's house are up on the blog: lvtwilight09fanfiction(dot)blogsgpot(dot)com
We pull into the driveway at the house, and I just stare.
This house held all of our memories of our life together.
We chose this house together, wanting it because it seemed like the perfect place for us to build a family together.
How much of our life together was a lie?
How many of our memories were just part of a façade?
Walking inside, everyone is still there.
Esme is in the kitchen with Rose making dinner.
Jasper and Alice are organizing the boxes of your things that will be brought to Goodwill tomorrow.
Carlisle and Emmett are in the living room watching some game on ESPN.
As soon as we walk inside though, everyone stops what they're doing and looks our way, waiting expectantly for me to explain what happened today.
I look to Edward, who once again has his arm around me, and he holds me closer to him, offering me what support he can as I try to find a way to explain this to everyone.
I figure I might as well just tell everyone what you've done. Just get it out there and let the explanation develop from there.
"Well," I say with a heavy sigh. "Evan had a daughter."
The room is silent, except for the shattering of glass as Esme sobs and drops the plates she was holding.
Everyone looks confused, and understandably so.
I look at each of their faces as the understanding and hurt seep in, and I have to remind myself to keep my anger at you under control. At least for now…while I have to help your family understand what's going on…while I have to make sure that I clean up your mess.