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Bella Swan/is it Sunday yet?
"You met a boy." My mom squeals before I get through the front door.
I can hear dogs from three streets over howling; that's how high pitched her voice is.
"Yes, Mom." I roll my eyes and push past her so I can shed some of the layers I'm wearing.
Phoenix is sweltering compared to back at home.
I miss home.
I miss Edward.
"Tell me all about him," she insists, grabbing both of my hands and swinging me back and forth.
"He's in college, used to play football, and we met in the emergency room," I tell her.
Dad perks up.
"You're talking about Cullen?"
I nod, and he winces.
"That was a god-awful injury. Career ending. How's he coping?"
I shrug my shoulders.
"He never planned on going pro, so he's in good spirits."
"That's a shame. The kid was definitely going places."
From what Edward has told me about Carlisle Cullen, I know our fathers will get along well.
Not that they'll ever meet.
Not if Esme has anything to say about it.