Disclaimer: I do not own anything. I'm just fooling around. Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and its characters.
3.
I never thought I'd come back here. But after Charlie's death, how could I not want to return to my childhood home? Things around here were pretty much the same, from what I remembered as a kid. The lavender walls in my room, the pristine white of the kitchen tiles and countertops, and of course — the flat screen in the living room that Charlie and I used to watch movies on every Friday night.
He never really got over Renee's departure, and truthfully, neither did I. A six-year-old, thinking that her mommy didn't want her anymore because she didn't win the spelling bee. Thinking that her daddy wanted to abandon her too. We were never able to contact her, and after waiting for a year, we finally left Seattle behind to create our own beginning, just father and daughter.
Until November 27, 2012.
He was on duty. Someone shot him because he tried to butt in when a group of guys were cornering a college girl.
Edward doesn't know anything. He hasn't seen me since we were just children. I don't even know if he remembers me. If he remembers how we used to run around in his parents' back yard, trying to get me to kiss him as a dare.
I am also now under the foster care of Alice Cullen, Dr Carlisle Cullen's younger sister. Who is also Edward's adoptive aunt. But Edward doesn't know.