44.
Later that night, Bella's words are ringing in my head. Why am I avoiding Rosalie's room? Why can't I do the simple task of sorting out her belongings? What's wrong with me?
After Mom passed away, I dealt with everything. I personally went through her stuff and packed all of it. After that, I sold our family home and moved to the most remote area in Forks.
There were too many memories in that house and I needed to get away from there if I wanted to keep my sanity.
I'm an adult. I can do this.
First thing tomorrow morning, I'll enter Rose's bedroom and do what I should have done ages ago.
Suddenly I hear a loud wail which has me out of bed in seconds. It's come from the down the hallway, where Masen is. And within seconds, I'm by his side, sitting next to him.
His whole body is shaking under his covers. I put a firm arm around his waist and stop him from wriggling. "Masen", I say his name clearly. "It's OK, buddy. I'm here. I've got you."
He clings my hand tightly. "I had a scary dweam", he sobs. "I want Mama."
I rub a hand on his back. "I'm here", I say gently. "Don't be scared."
"I want Daddy too!" he cries. "Why they not here? I want them."
"They love you, Mase and they didn't want to leave you. But that was out of their hands and they couldn't do anything to change that."
"Why they not here?"
"Things don't go according to plan all the time", I say, closing my eyes. It's almost unbearable to explain this. "The people we love are forced to leave us but that doesn't mean we love them any less or that they don't love us anymore."
"I miss them", he mumbles into my shirt.
"Me too."