Thanks be to EBT.
I waited for a couple of minutes before I felt bad about just standing in the doorway, one of Esme's pet peeves. I walked in just enough to close the door behind me.
And I waited.
And waited.
After almost ten minutes, I started getting antsy.
"Edward?"
No answer.
I walked to the first step of the stairs.
"Edward!"
No answer.
Looking back now, I realize I went with option B instead of option A.
I should've just cursed and walked out the door.
I should've just texted you to bring my book to school the next day or asked Bella to grab it for me when she stopped by next.
Instead, I let my determination, my want to put you behind me, cloud what I know now.
I didn't stand a chance.