I do nothing but sleep after Edward goes to work. I miss him, of course, but he's all protective and wants to provide for me.

He doesn't want me to work… and with everything that's going on… I must say that I don't want me to work either.

But surely I have to, right?

It's with a resigned sigh that I open my emails, wondering if I had perhaps gotten an email about my book or something.

I gasp and quickly scramble to open the first email I see…

… And then I smile.

I've now found myself a prospective publisher.

I grab my phone.