Thanks be to Ms. EBT.

The next morning, Ben and I wake, get ready, and drive in silence. We both feel physically ill, more so as we get closer to the church.

It fills quickly as Dad makes last minute adjustments.

Esme, Carlisle, Alice, and Jasper are in the front row, directly in view of the open casket.

Dad begins with a Bible passage, words of comfort, God's mysterious plan.

He tells the story of when our house flooded freshman year, and Edward came over with a pre-made Esme dinner. An hour later, he returned with half the baseball team to help us clean.

He moves from the podium, and I see a crying, pregnant woman rise from her seat and take his place.

"My name's Victoria Hunter, and I'm alive because Edward Cullen isn't."