CHAPTER 51

I watched as Edward turned on his heel and walked away from me and the cats. Tears ran down my face freely. Was he going to come back? I knew I was holding onto his wallet, but was it his real one that he used every day, or was it a fake one that he used to swindle naive girls? I couldn't stop myself, I had to know.

I opened the wallet and tugged out his cards, one by one, looking at each one. There was a black credit card with the name Edward Masen Cullen, his driver's licence that told me he was six foot three tall, and born on the twentieth of June, nineteen ninety five. He was twenty-two.