The room is exactly the same.

The cleaning crew must have dusted but other than that…

It is the same.

Bella drops my hand and walks to the crib.

Her blankets are there, as is the stuffed cat she used to sleep with.

I watch as she knees and puts her hands in the groove my body had made in the wood floor.

17 years in one place will do that.

"Oh Edward." She sobs as she looks up at me.

What can I say?

I was devastated.

But we've moved past this.

We're starting new.

And the first step is to get that crib out of here so we can make room for a bigger bed.

:( Poor Edward...

13 more...when do you want them?