Edward was right. Rosalie stomped straight into the garage and Carlisle leapt up. I was sure his concern was not for the car, but for his – our – son's feelings. I was concerned too, but stayed to talk to Edward. I could hear Carlisle and Rosalie arguing; Carlisle's voice was a gentle, pleading murmur, Rosalie's was close to a hiss. I turned to Edward. "She knows" I said, sympathy on my face. Edward sighed.

"I know."

"Sorry."

"You didn't do anything. It was me."

I sighed. What a gentleman, I thought. Stop taking the blame on yourself. I couldn't help the next thought that flashed through my mind. I can't believe you haven't found anyone yet. Edward's face became solid and determined. "I'm complete in myself. I don't need anyone." he replied. I sighed. What a masochist, I thought with a slight hint of sympathy and affection. You have no idea what you're missing. To distract himself from my thoughts, probably, he sat down and started playing the piano. Probably not coincidentally, the first piece he played was my favorite. It was unnamed, as far as I could tell. I sat in the couch, closing my eyes and listening to Edward play until Carlisle entered again. I snuggled up in his side when he sat down on the couch. He wrapped his arm around my waist, watching Rosalie as she stomped up the stairs. "Health of the car is...?" I whispered when she was out of sight. "Saved" Carlisle whispered back. I grinned, and he smiled back. Suddenly, he sighed. "She's set on the murders, though. As I thought, she wants revenge. And I can tell she's jealous from Edward not wanting her." Carlisle masked his concern from his voice well, but I could tell that he was worried about Edward. I only knew because of the talks we had when Edward wasn't back yet; Edward was usually the topic during those times. I met his eyes, and could practically read what he was thinking. Even though he hid it in his eyes, his worry was probably not hidden in his mind. The music cut off suddenly, and Edward looked up the stairs. "Crap. My stereo's death is not what I'm looking forward to." My son slid of the bench, and rushed upstairs to save his precious sound system. I wished he was as crazy about a girl, though.