Chapter 37

Carlisle's POV

I sat at the kitchen table opposite Chief Swan while we discussed matters pertaining to Sophie's living arrangements. I was not pleased with amount of arguing that'd been occurring between Sophie's parents since their arrival. I know my hearing is practically super sonic, but I also got the impression that Sophie's room was within hearing distance of their knock down drag outs.

"I think she'd be better off back home with me. It's a tight knit community. Everyone would look out for her and it would allow me to oversee all the legal matters while ensuring her safety," Charlie looked tired like he'd aged about ten years in the last forty-eight hours.

"I realize she's being stubborn regarding police involvement, but have you stopped to ask her what she needs right now?" I asked, patiently. I'd had a close relationship with Charlie for many years now, and I knew he always had his daughter's best interest in mind, just didn't always know what that was.

"I don't think she knows what she needs. Right now, she NEEDS safety and that's something I can provide."

I sighed, looking up to see Sophie standing in the foyer wearing a backpack over her coat.

"I need a ride to school," she stated, simply.

" Honey, are you sure about that?" Charlie jumped in quickly always ready to protect. "You can take off all the time you need."

Sophie snorted, "Why? It's not like I didn't go to school two days after it happened while I was still bleeding. Why would it matter so much now?"

"Sophie," I warned, but Charlie held up his hand.

"No, Carlisle, that's a fair question. The thing is your mother and I were not there when you needed and for that, I could not be more grieved. But that's why we're here now."

"I think it's time for you to go home," Sophie's tone was cold.

"That, my girl, will not be happening until we determine a plan for you," Charlie remained patient despite his daughter's obvious attitude.

Pit was at this point I opted to jump in. "Soph, if you need a ride, Esme should be back any minute. I'm sure she'll take you."

"Actually," Charlie jumped off the bar stool and whipped his keys out. "I'd like to get some time in with my daughter."

From the expression on Sophie's face, I could tell this was not what she'd had in mind. Regardless, I thought it might be the best thing for her right now so I stood back while the two of them disappeared out the door.