It takes me one day to think things over.
Three to work up the courage to call Edward.
I feel bad for keeping him waiting, but I'm scared.
I know that once I agree to try this...relationship with him, I have to be honest.
I have to tell him what happened to me.
What I did to myself.
Edward is happy to hear from me.
He tells me so when I call him and asks if I can come over to his place after work.
I haven't been to his apartment townhouse since that first day I came over with pie and met Rosalie.
The idea of meeting at his place is somewhat comforting.
If things ends badly when I tell him, I can make a quick escape, versus trying to kick him out of my apartment.
When I get to Edward's, I'm nervous but feeling okay.
That is until he opens the door.
"Bella, what the fuck? You told Rosalie?"
I don't think Edward is too happy anymore, is he?