Feeling a "load blow" coming on...
~28~
BPOV
Leah's barking woke me up.
Mere minutes, it seemed, after I'd finally fallen asleep.
I looked around the empty living room and last night came crashing down on me all over again as the doorbell rang.
"Mrs. Isabella Cullen?" the stern looking man in a neatly pressed suit asked after I opened the door.
"Yes..."
"Wife of Carlisle Cullen?" he said.
Sirens were blaring in my head as red flags waved in my face.
The fact that Carlisle had not come home Friday night, in fact, hadn't been home all weekend suddenly brought all my frantic pacing to the forefront.
Something had happened.
Something bad.
"We're sorry ma'am, there's been an accident."
Everything was so fuzzy and I couldn't concentrate.
The doorbell rang again and I pulled myself off the couch wondering what I had to face now.
I walked over, telling Leah to hush as I cracked the door to a smiling, freshly shaved Edward.
For the first time in twelve hours, things began to come into focus.