We're quiet for a few minutes. I can see Edward trying to process what I've said.
"What was treatment like?" he asks. "Did it help?"
"It was...okay. I couldn't wait to get out though." I pause, thinking about his second question. "I'm not sure if it helped. I'm not sure if I let it help."
As I say it, I realize that's probably the first time I've admitted it to myself.
"I'm back in therapy now, though. Dr. Black. He was my therapist at the treatment place."
"That's really good, Bella."
I shrug. "It's a start."
"Does Rosalie know all this?"
"No," I shake my head. I'm about to tell him to please not tell her, but I realize how hypocritical that would be of me.
"Don't worry, Bella. I won't tell her."
Okay. I hadn't been home for the past few days, but now that I'm back updates will for sure be twice a day. See you later!