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Bella Swan/isn't as strong as she thought

I can't be mad at Edward for not telling me that he's from money.

It's really none of my goddamn business, honestly.

Sure, he has a nice apartment and a fancy car, but I just thought it was because he played football.

How was I supposed to know that college ball doesn't pay?

I like Edward a lot.

I can see myself loving him in the future, but I won't destroy his family for my happiness.

I'm a lot of things, but a wedge isn't one of them.

"My mom is calling me. I think she needs help with something in the kitchen." I lie.

"Okay. I'll talk to you later."

I hang up, and I feel guilty.

For lying to him.

For being the reason he's sitting in his apartment, alone.

Dad's napping on the sofa, and I can hear my mom in the kitchen.

"Mom."

She looks up from her ancient countertop mixer, and her smile falls from her face.

"What's up, pumpkin?"

I'm exhausted.

From the flight or from my conversation with Edward, I don't know.

I burst into tears.