Hey guys, I have made a little sched for my updates. This week will only be allotted for "Where Are You Now" and next week for "The Truth". I just need to focus on one story at a time, because I have the tendency mix them up, and I'm telling you, that would not be good.

Thanks for the reviews! I really appreciate them all. (But I really wished they are more than six. I always receive six reviews for each chapter. LOL;) )

Just a special mention, to RobSten4ever: Edward's wife is already dead in this chap. You must celebrate...:))

Yesterday, somebody pm-ed me, asking a weird question: What is one thing that will describe the Asians? Well, Miss (I will not mention who you are, because you know who you are *winks*), one thing that will describe the Asians: we eat rice. We can't let a day pass without eating rice. We eat rice from breakfast to dinner.

Okay, enough of the A/N...on with the chap...

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, no copyright infringement intended.

Where Are You Now

Chapter 5 – Last Wishes

(EPOV)

December 13, 2014, 7:25 am, four days ago, Camilla passed away. She was cremated and her ashes were thrown in our favorite beach. She said that she wants her memories to stay there forever, because it is very peaceful and quiet there.

Her life was extended for more than two years, which is a big miracle. No doctors could explain why that happened. But I'm thankful that she has to spend a few more time with us.

For the past two years, I almost forgot that she was dying. She was so vibrant and happy, same as me and our daughter. Most of the days, we are travelling. We have been to too many places, and to too many countries. I was worried that traveling will affect her condition, but instead she turned more alive and she almost acts like her old self. We never went to the same place twice; we have been to most of the countries in Europe, and some countries in Asia. As much as possible we are avoiding going to places in US, because she said that she wants to see a more different culture, and more different traditions.

Emerald, well she loves traveling too, and she hates cold places. She loves the sun so much, that's why she loves beaches. The beach in Scopello, Sicily is her favorite. We spent a whole week in that place, and every day we go to the beach for a walk. The sand there is very vanilla colored, and the color of the water is like a mixture of deep blue and green, which is so soothing to the eyes. There are also rock towers which are amazing.

"Daddy?" Emerald stirred, bringing me back from reality. She opened her green eyes, and scanned the room, as if she was looking for something…well more for someone.

She has been sleeping with me since her mommy died. She said that she cannot sleep because she keeps on having nightmares in her room. I told her that she just has to pray and the nightmares would go away, but she didn't listen. Every night I will tuck her in her room, but when I wake up she is curled up on my side.

She whimpered softly, and soon she was crying loudly. I hushed her, but she didn't stop crying.

"Where is Mommy?" she asked in between her soft sobs.

"She's gone, but that doesn't mean that you won't see her anymore. In the right time, you will see her again, I promise," I swore and I kissed her forehead.

She's so used with Camilla being always with her. Well, Camilla never leaves the house without us. I know she missed her, and me too…so much. But I've mourned enough on the past years, when I learned that she'll die, when I knew that she will leave us. And she asked me not be sad, because even though she is gone, life still goes on. She even asked me to find someone who will take her role in my and Emerald's life. But that would be hard. There is nobody that I would love as much as I loved her.

"Daddy, Mommy said that I give this to you," Emerald's speech/words are not that clear yet, and sometimes it still sounds like baby talk…but its fine, she's just three years old anyway.

She handed me small key from her pajama pocket. Maybe Camilla gave this to her last week, when she told me that her mom and her are keeping a secret.

I studied the key. Where could this fit? It's just small, and it's gold.

"The drawer," Emerald said, it's more like 'da dwawer'.

I gave her a confused look, she just copied my reaction. She also gave me a confused look. It was so cute.

And then, it came to me. Camilla's bottom drawer, it was always locked, and she refused to tell me what's inside. I stood up quickly, and went inside our walk in closet where her mini drawer was located.

I shoved the key inside the keyhole and twisted it. I opened it, and I saw a small box and a letter.

I grabbed the letter, I opened and read it.

My Dearest Edward,

So Emerald gave you the key of the drawer already. She's such a smart child. If you are reading this letter, it means that I have passed away already.

I want to tell you that I love you and Emerald so much. You two complete my short life. I've enjoyed every moment that I've spent with you.

Every day of my life, you made me feel cherished, special, and as if I'm the only girl in the world. You are the most wonderful person that I have never met.

Involuntary tears fell from my eyes as I continued to read.

It's alright to cry. Crying isn't a sign of weakness. Tears are precious, they held memories, either good or bad. I know you are hurt.

Remember that we are also like soldiers who are fighting in a war. Once we are wounded, we become stronger. We should learn from our mistakes, and then live our lives to the fullest. Well, I have lived my life to the fullest, and I do not regret every moment of it.

There is a secret that I've wanted to tell all of you for a long time, but I'm afraid that you will go away from me. I need you, all of you in order to live. I survived this life because of my family, and I don't know what I will do if I never had all of you. Yeah, I was coward and selfish.

I am not the real daughter of Charles and Renée Swan.

I almost dropped the paper at her revelation. It was impossible, because she has some of Charlie's features. Her hair and eyes are same as Charlie. She was lying the whole time. But I can't be angry at her; she said that she was just twelve when her parents got her back from the orphanage. It means that she grew up without them. Maybe she is just thrilled of the thought that she was having her own parents. I really can't blame her. I continued reading.

My best friend, Isabella Marie Collins is their real daughter. I've tried finding her, but I didn't find success. I know you are thinking that I am a bad person because I stole the life that she should have, the life that she deserves, and the life that she should've had. I have been feeling this guilt all my life. And the only way that I could be in peace is that when you find her.

So these are the three things that I want you to do for me.

Open the box, you'll find the necklace there.

Find Isabella and give her the necklace. Tell her that I am sorry for stealing her identity and her life. Tell her that I love her so much and that she is the bestest friend that I have ever had.

Lastly, introduce her to Mom and Dad. Give them this letter so that they will know that truth. Tell them that I am so sorry for lying all these years.

That's all. Live a happy life. Always take care of Emerald. I love you both so much.

Love,

Camilla.

I folded the paper and I placed it inside my pocket, and I took the necklace from the box.

I went back to my room, only to find Emerald was sleeping peacefully again. It was pretty early anyway, so she could still sleep.

I grabbed my cell from the night stand. I dialed the number of the only detective that I know.

After two rings, he answered it.

"This is Detective Whitlock, what can I do for you?" He said lazily, and he muffled a yawn.

"Jasper, its Edward. I need you to find someone," I said firmly.

"It's been so long dude; I thought you forgot me already. I heard that your wife passed away, my condolences."

"Thank you. I need to find you someone."

"You seem in a bad mood. Who is it, and why do you want to find him or her?"

"It's Isabella Marie Collins; she is the real daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Swan."

"What? I thought Cam—"

"She is not. Look, I'm willing to pay the price…no matter how much, it doesn't matter."

"Okay, you can count on me. When shall we meet, so we could discuss this further?"

"On Christmas, you can visit us here. They don't have to know that I am looking for her, this is going to be just between you and me. Can I trust you?"

"Of course, so see you then?"

"See you, bye. "

"Bye. "

Then he hung up the phone.

I have to find this Isabella Marie Collins. I have to do what Camilla has failed to do.

Sorry for my errors.

I just googled the beach in Silicy...it's beautiful, based on the pics on google.

Review...pretty please? _

Thanks for reading!

-Ishi:)