Previously…
"I'm so sorry. For everything." He mumbled in my hair.
I nodded, a huge lump in my throat. "It's ok," I whispered, gripping his shirt.
~oOo~
I pulled away and looked around the room again, wiping my eyes.
"Whose room was this?" I asked.
"My younger sister's. This was my house when I was human, many years ago." He said quietly.
I stopped at a black and white photo of a younger version of Edward and a little girl about six or seven years old. They were both smiling, the little girl showing off some holes in her mouth. Loose baby teeth?
"Yeah," Edward smiled when I asked him. "She was so excited, too. Her mouth had had some blood on it, and she tried to shove the tooth in my hands."