I'm shaking and sobbing by the time that Edward picks me up. He carries me into our room and sits me down on the bed, climbing on after him.

He pulls me onto his lap and holds me as I cry, rocking us softly.

"Talk to me, honey," he says as I try to breathe out of my sobs, calming down. "Tell me who that was… help me understand."

I look down, playing with the button on his shirt as I calm myself.

Then, when I can finally speak I look up at him. He's no longer angry, which is good because that was hard and I felt so bad.

"It was my mother, Renée."


Yeah. And I'm sorry... but I need sleep.

So, I'll give you this one... and one more... and then you'll have to wait for like... oh, I dunno... 8-10 hrs? Not that bad!

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