Are you ready? Are you?
And to answer a few of you...Emmett was five.
And Edward is 25...Emmett was a change of life baby for dear old Momma Cullen...
"Were you there when he…when he died?" I ask and she nods.
"Was he mad at me for not being with him?"
She looks at me and her expression is so heartbreaking I put my hand up to stop her.
He must be mad.
I would be mad.
I would be furious and hurt and just…
"Edward?"
I spin around and nearly weep as I see Emmett standing behind me.
He looks healthy and perfect and…
Alive.
"Emmett!" I choke out as I push off my knees and run towards him.
My tears fall freely as I hold him tight.