After I had given my DNA, Carlisle called Edward to bring me home. In the car Edward asked,

"How are you? Dealing with all this that is."

I wasn't sure what to say. "Er, kinda freaked. My whole head feels really foggy." His right hand reached out to gently squeeze my knee, soothingly.

"Understandable. I was under the impression you weren't going to see Charlie again. What changed?"

I shrugged. "I just couldn't stay away. I-I-" I stuttered and he interjected,

"Hey, it's alright. Lets get you home. It's been a long emotional day. I'm sure you're tired." I nodded because he was right. Actually, I was exhausted. I just wanted to be home under my giant comforter.

When we got home everyone was waiting in the living room. I immediately went to my parent who embraced me in a large hug. When my Mom released me I continued to hug Dad.

"Dad, I-"

"Shh, it's okay," he responded softly. Without releasing him, I turned to Alice.

"It'll be fine," she assured.

"Do you want something to eat?" Dad asked.

I thought about it and shook my head. "I don't think I can eat."

"Why don't you go upstairs and get some rest?" Mom suggested. I nodded and let Dad go. As I went towards the stairs I stopped at Edward. He stroked my cheek with his thumb.

"I'll be up in a few minutes, love." I nodded and went upstairs to my bedroom. I decided on a shower and despite all the comfort my family had given me I found myself in the shower, sobbing.

The tears seemed to stream faster than the water as I relived the day. I hadn't planned on going to Charlie, I really hadn't. He had just seemed so sad and depressed the times I had seen him and I wanted to help him. I understood the feeling of wanting desperately to know a mystery that seemed to dictate your life. I'd experienced the same feelings though never quite as strong since I had a loving supportive family with me. He had had no one.

Even if I had decided to stay away from Charlie and had managed to so just that, I would be no happier. I would still be just as upset as before but then it would be because I'd feel like a horrible person for letting Charlie stay depressed, wondering if his daughter was dead. At least now he could be happy. I just hoped that with all this I would be happy as well.

I was certainly glad to have met him and he seemed nice and so similar to me. I wanted to know more about him and he definitely wanted to know about me, I just wasn't sure how it would work and how it would affect my family, particularly Dad. The last thing I would want to do would be to somehow hurt him or make him feel like I didn't want him as my dad.

It took me several minutes before my crying ceased and I was able to step out of the shower and get dressed, after which I found Edward waiting on me. I climbed into bed and welcomed his embrace.

He kissed my forehead and murmured, "It'll all work out, love. Carlisle and Esme will be home later and everything will be fine soon." Him saying it with his velvety voice made it seem true.

"You think?"

"I do," he responded solemnly. "Just get some rest, please and when you wake up they'll be back they'll have figured out how to proceed. Rest." He kissed me gently and even in my saddened state his kiss sent a shiver through me that reached all the way to my toes.

When the kiss ended I snuggled up to him and by some miracle managed to find sleep. Unfortunately, I only slept till four. When I awoke I immediately asked,

"Are Carlisle and Esme home yet?"

In the darkness I could hear a faint with from Edward before he replied. "No love, not yet. They'll be here soon, though. Just rest a while longer."

I rubbed my eyes. "I don't think I can," I muttered.

"Sure you can," he murmured and began to stroke my hair, humming my lullaby. Despite my protests I fell asleep once more and sure enough, Carlisle and Esme were home when I woke up again.