My stomach drops just as my mouth goes dry.

I can't shield myself from the onslaught of both imagination and memories.

The thought of telling both of my parents is warring against the memories that proved that they would react badly.

My hand immediately flew to my mouth and – sparing a quick glance at Edward – I ran to the bathroom, hunching over the toilet, emptying the contents of my stomach.

Edward's there a few seconds later, holding my hair from my face, rubbing my back.

I can hear Esme and Carlisle outside the door, but I look over and it's shut.

And when there's nothing left to sick up, I collapse into Edward's arms.


I'm more confident with these chapters coming than I was with the ones before them.

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Please review and tell me if you're still with me,

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