You're all incredible. Your reviews are so spot on! I love reading them, and even though I've written a lot more to this story already, your reviews are so insightful and I keep them all in mind as I continue to write.

Thank you to my beta Fran, and Dani, Ariel, and Gemma for prereading. And of course, you for reading!

I finally relax when the sun comes up the following morning. I had tossed and turned all night, thoughts of Rose talking to him in the grocery store waging war in my mind.

I know my husband.

Distanced or not, I know him and what he's capable of. I know he would never talk to Rose unless he had some type of ulterior motive.

And I know he does; otherwise, my face would have been plastered all over the Rhode Island news by now. The reality is no one besides him, Rose, Alice, and Emmett know I'm missing. He has most likely told his parents by now, who undoubtedly would prefer the silence over public recognition that their son's wife had left him.

But why the silence when he had obviously seen the blood and broken glass I had left behind? Is there not even an ounce of him concerned for my safety?

I said goodbye to the man who used to love me years ago, but part of me still wonders if he's at all thinking about the scared woman I left behind back in Rhode Island.

That's who I am now. A woman who hates the man she left but still questions where things went wrong as if it were her fault.

I know it's not my fault or something I've done. I used to blame myself for the prison I was trapped inside, but now, I'm distanced enough to see the problem lies with him and his need for control rather than with me.

Still, it kept me up all last night; I was restless thinking he had found me all the way out here in Forks. I'm essentially a sitting duck - I have no way of getting out of here with a broken truck and a gun empty of bullets, offering me no protection whatsoever. Even when Edward did stop by to take a better look at my car like he said he would, it didn't make me feel any better.

So when the sun comes up in the morning, my eyes burn from the hours I had spent awake in bed, fearing every sound in the dark. Now I can finally relax and settle into a deep sleep.

I don't wake up until hours later when a loud, pounding sound on my front door electrifies my heart in a wave of fear I haven't truly felt since I ran out of my house over a week ago.

The pounding continues.

And I can swear my bullet-less gun is laughing at me.

Girl needs to learn some self-defense. I wonder who could help her with that? Hmm.

See you tomorrow!