March 28, 2012.
The Compass. Him.
When Alanis Morissette sings that life has a funny way of sneaking up on you when you think everything is okay, she isn´t kidding.
One thing after another prevents me from leaving the kitchen again for the next four hours. By the time I´m free, Bella and her friends are gone.
I shove my hand in my pocket looking for Irina´s card, because I´d much rather be tactless than lose a way to contact Bella, but it´s gone.
"FUCK!" I yell and throw a metallic cookie sheet against the wall.
"Edward?" ssks Alice.
"Don´t start, Tweedledum. I´m feeling a bit frustrated at the moment."
She doesn´t bite. "I saw you talking to your vanishing girl, tonight. Is this about that?"
Fucking perceptive twin.
"I forgot to ask her number."
"Oh, Edward. But she´ll be back. You´ll see."
