Happy Sunday, my loves!
Edward is having his own angsty episode... And I know you're worried, but trust me. Okay? :)

I fire up my work laptop, in search of clues. I have Bella's personal information stashed away from when I wanted to kill her. When I had to before I caught feelings for her and dragged her out to Miami.

Now I have to find her because I want her. I want her here with me, not gone. I fucking need her here.

I hack into her bank information to find out all her money has been moved. There's nothing there anymore, besides the empty account she hasn't even canceled yet. "Fucking fuck!" Is she hiding from me? Did she move her money on purpose, knowing I would scour the earth to find her?

Thank fucking God for my friends, because one call to Alec in Vermont gives me what I've been looking for in the past hour.

New bank.

New account.

A credit card, something she didn't have before.

Bingo.

I told Bella to stop using so much cash since people are suspicious of girls walking around with wads of hundred dollar bills. She put the money in her account and got a credit card. At a new bank. One that requires a substantial financial buffer to be able to get into. My eyes scan the pages on the screen, the contracts she signed just this week. Her banker is tied to only a handful of clients: one of which is Carlisle Cullen — surgeon extraordinaire, native New Yorker, married to Dawn Cullen, who's dying of cancer. The other person on the list is no other than Esme Platt. Doctor Platt. Bella's psychologist, fellow dog-aficionado, and latest friend.

Only two transactions have been made on her account.

The line at the bottom reads 265,000 dollars from where she moved her money from one bank, to the other. There's a second one, added to her account on the second of November: 6,120 dollars. The description reads 'rent'. Her parent's brownstone in Harlem.

Damn. Baby's loaded and living like a broke college student.

Next in my search, is her credit card statement. She got one, and she fucking used it, too.

One ticket to Miami International Airport.

I curse under my breath when I see the next one, Antidote Boutique.

"Pick up, pick up... God fucking damnit," I mutter.

"Yeah?" Jasper picks up, rushed and breathless.

"Where's my fucking sister?" I drink some more, trying to calm down but it only fuels my anger.

"She's ah... a little busy." He chuckles.

"Don't fuck with me. Get her on the phone ASAP."

"Dude, what's up? House burning down?" I hear the sound of a zipper, and that better not be because my sister's face is buried in his crotch. I may be okay with their relationship now, but that doesn't mean I want to hear my baby sister suck my best friend's dick.

"Get. Alice. Now."

Jasper talks to her, voice muffled because he probably has his hand over the microphone.

"E? What's wrong?"

"Bella came to your fucking store today? Really?! Is this some sick joke?" I'm never angry at my baby sister, but I can't help it. I'm fuming. If I were a cartoon character, there would be steam coming out of my ears.

"Whoah, calm down E." Alice is my lifeline. Up until Bella happened, she's the only one who can calm me down. Did she betray me?

"How could you, Alice?! I spilled my fucking heart all over this fucking girl!" I can't believe she'd betray me like this. There's a slur to my words. "I never fucking do that, you know I don't do that!"

"What the fuck! Calm down, please. Have you been drinking?"

"That's beside the fucking point!" I spit.

"Please, Edward. Tell me what is this about?!" Alice is desperate for me to tone it down, but I physically can't. I'm lost, losing it.

"You met my fucking girl, Ally. You didn't even tell me?! I'm worried sick about her, because I don't know where she is! She's lying to me about coming here tomorrow, her friend says she already left days ago!" I spill my guts, words slurring and vision blurry as my eyes burn from the harsh backlit screen.

"What? No, I didn't! I'd tell you. We don't have secrets, E."

"She was in your fucking store today! Bought one hundred and fifty dollars worth of whatever the hell you're selling in there." I pinch the bridge of my nose and get up. The chair falls to the ground and Persephone walks around anxiously, circling around me like a fucking guardian angel. I get outside and light another smoke. It's not taking the edge off, I need more, but don't have anything stronger. I tossed everything out — for her.

"Oh, my God…" Alice gasps.

"What is it, Alice?!" I bark.

"That was her?" It's like she's talking to herself now, the wheels inside her head turning at five hundred miles an hour. "I had no idea. She never told me her name, and you never told me what she looks like, E."

"Cut the crap and give me details. Was she with someone?"

"No, no. She was alone, shopping for a bathing suit…" I hear her curse under her breath and it worries me.

"She told me her boyfriend was cheating on her, Edward. That she didn't know what to do."

"She told you what?!" I couldn't believe this. I am her boyfriend, right?

"Yeah, she said she saw him with another girl. That he looked happy…" She trails off.

"My fucking God!" My fist collides with the wall, hard. My knuckles bleed and throb, but I don't care. I don't feel the pain.

"Were you with someone else, E?" How the fuck my sister even dares to ask me that is beyond me. I see red, fucking red, punch the wall again. This time, I fall to my knees, head fuzzy and cloudy, heart racing.

"Fuck no! What do you think?! That I'm just like my fucking father, Alice? You should know better than that."

"Then who did she see? Where the fuck did she see you?"

"I've only been out with you, moron!" I'm being too harsh on Alice, but I can't help it.

"Oh, shit! Does she think I'm fucking my brother? No wonder she looked at me like that…"

I hear Jasper in the background, hear him tell Alice to get her bag.

"Don't come here," I warn her. I'm a fucking mess, and Alice has seen enough of shit in her life.

"But, Ed—" I cut her off, mid-sentence.

"Don't, Ally. I beg you."