Thanks be to Ms. EBT.

"I'm only a few hours away. If you need to talk, call me. If you need to see me, we'll work something out."

"Okay," I nod, watching the people in the airport shuffle by us.

His plane's boarding, but mine doesn't leave for another two hours.

And I'm already terrified of doing this – being out of Forks, going to school, going to New York – all by myself.

And I really miss Bella.

"You can do this," he says.

It's as if he can read my mind.

He takes my hand and squeezes it.

"I know you can do this. And don't forget to call me when you find out about seeing a doctor."