Hi again! I believe this will be the final chapter where you only read about the past and the present. I just wanted to add a bit more detail so you can understand their backgrounds in the upcoming chapters and the topics they will discuss and do.

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Chapter 3

BPOV

Every time I return to Forks, my childhood memories flood my consciousness, whether they're painful or pleasant. The familiar path led me to the turnoff path for Esme and Carlisle's house – my home. It was late September, the time when autumn began to paint the forest surrounding the house. The yellowing leaves and their silent descent often mirrored my mood during my formative years – somewhat melancholic. Now, entering the same season again, I felt hope but confusion too, something I hadn't experienced in a long time.

The Cullen house always looked like a sanctuary and a safe island to me, far from all the troubles that could befall a person. While Esme seldom pursued her career, she was the mastermind behind this architectural marvel – a three-story white structure house with massive French windows that offered views of the surrounding nature and the nearby flowing river.

Before I even parked the car, Alice burst through the front door, barely giving me a chance to open it.

"Bella, Bella, Bella, how much we've missed you! I'm so excited to see you!" she exclaimed, enveloping me in a tight hug. Sometimes, you wonder where she found the strength. "I can't wait for us to sit down and chat tonight, just like when we were kids". It was moments like these that made me question my career choice. The attention and dedication to my job not only took away from my own life but seemed to disappoint others as well. Alice was the little sister I had always wanted but never got, despite her petite 5-foot frame, she possessed the energy of a dozen people, with short, well-styled black hair, and crystal-blue eyes inherited from Carlisle.

"Hello to you too, Alice! I'm so thrilled to see you – you really can't fathom how much," I replied, returning her embrace tightly, hoping to convey my true feelings. Both of us, hand in hand, entered the living room and were greeted with Esme's even warmer welcome, her eyes shimmering with tears she couldn't quite express.

"Bella, welcome back, dear," Carlisle said, watching me warmly, as he always had. Esme and Carlisle were a couple anyone would admire. Even though both were well into their fifties, you'd never guess their exact age. Most people might mistake them for parents of a teenager. The love between them ignited during their time in college and had now been kept aflame for 30 years – a feeling not everyone gets the chance to experience.

After the short but touching welcome, we proceeded to the dining room where I was surprised to find dinner already prepared. I realized the events that deserved discussion were coming later.

"Bella, how's life in Seattle? Anything new?" Carlisle inquired, and, for some reason, my thoughts didn't instantly jump to the Volturi case. Instead, I fixated on someone's piercing green eyes – a thought that caused me to blush and shift in my chair. "Ahh, no, no, nothing special. We have some work lined up for the coming months, and it will likely consume much of my time. Otherwise, everything is alright." I replied with a small smile, attempting to convey what I couldn't express. The job as an agent demands secrecy even from those closest to you. You can't discuss your work or provide details, especially when it comes to operational activities. From their looks, I could tell they sensed the covert nature of my future activities, probably undercover work. When I first shared with them what I wanted to do, they didn't offer any advice, but rather embraced my choice and stood by me when I needed them. The upcoming mission remained an unspoken cloud over our heads. I knew that the challenge ahead was significant, but I was determined to face it head-on. The desire for justice and the pursuit of truth drove me forward.

At this point, I had to change the topic to avoid any awkward silence.

"How about you? Tell me what's new at the hospital. Have you managed to retire Dr. Gerandy yet? Esme, did you finish the project you were working on?" I asked with genuine curiosity, realizing how long it had been since we'd talked, even just on the phone. This prompted a thorough discussion of our lives, which also gave us a reason to stay in the living room for a while.

The dinner continued for a long time, covering every event worth discussing. Afterwards, everyone dispersed to their respective floors, and as I entered my room, my memories from my late childhood came flooding back. Memories of my arrival at the house, the time I spent recovering from all the traumas, the support everyone provided me, and the happy moments we shared – late-night conversations with Alice and all the girls' dates we arranged here. The time spent here can be described as a fresh start that everyone needed. Esme and Carlisle welcomed me and raised me as their own daughter from the very beginning. They surrounded me with care and love.

It had been almost 10 minutes since I had entered my room on the second floor when a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. Alice appeared with a bowl of popcorn, two glasses, and soda – the essentials for our long conversations.

"Come help me, it's challenging to carry all this alone," she implored, continuing, "You have no idea how much I have to tell you. Jasper and I have found a place together, and we're moving soon. I also have some pictures – I'll show them to you."

Jasper and Alice met three years ago and had been inseparable ever since – perhaps the perfect couple, similar to Esme and Carlisle. Jasper was a history professor at a college in Port Angeles, and Alice realized her dream by opening a store with her own fashion line. Their new residence was a modest one-story house near the city, a far cry from Alice's grand dreams. She had always yearned for a house resembling her childhood one in the bustling city, where she could expand her business.

"We've decided to take it one step at a time to be sure of our choice and not rush into things. Perhaps we'll implement the second part of the plan in a few years," she explained, turning the conversation back to me and nudging me with her shoulder. "So, what about you? Any eye-catching prospects?"

Her question triggered a Pandora's box of complex thoughts, emotions, and confusion. I contemplated my irritation with Jacob and his persistent attempts to date me, the drive I had for my work, the constant solitude in my "home" back in Seattle and, most importantly, the mystery of Edward the new agent and the strange thumping in my heart at the office meeting. The evening extended into a long discussion about our lives, which had the pleasant side effect of keeping me up late.

When the alarm clock rang the next morning, I despised myself, despised Alice too, and probably everyone within a reasonable radius. Let's be honest – I'm not a morning person. I can't wake up with a wide smile for the world, not before I've had a chance to clear my mind. About an hour later, I decided to find a substitute for part of my Seattle training routine and go for a morning run. It was also the perfect time to be alone with my thoughts.

The sun was still low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow on the landscape. It was moments like these that reminded me why I loved Forks, despite its gloomy reputation. The silence was blissful, broken only by the rhythmic sound of my sneakers against the pavement.

As I ran, I contemplated my life. So much had changed, and I was juggling more than ever before. The world of espionage was a relentless one, and I had been navigating it for several years. It wasn't a choice I made lightly, but it was the path I walked to ensure a better world and no more innocent victims, at least I try to make it that way. Nevertheless, my relationships and personal life had suffered as a result. The recent events and encounters only added to my confusion.

Work always took precedence, leaving me with little time for socializing. The loneliness in my "home" was palpable, and the mystery of Edward had captivated my thoughts. The present was too irritating.

Returning from my run, I reflected on the past decade I had spent in Forks – my healing process, the support and care I had received. Esme and Carlisle had welcomed me with open arms and treated me as their own. They provided me with both love and support during those difficult times.

This trip back to Forks had triggered a whirlwind of introspection. My journey had been long and arduous, filled with challenges and life-changing events. The return to my past was a reminder of how much I had grown and how much remained uncertain. I realized that in the peaceful embrace of the forest, where I had spent countless hours during my youth, I could find not only solace but also answers.

The memories of my past had led to the woman I had become – a dedicated agent who valued her work, a person who longed for connection, and a woman searching for answers in a complex world. As I settled in my room, I felt grateful for the opportunity to revisit my roots, both for solace and introspection. Maybe I need to go to one place, where I found my roots and lost much – my real home.

After a quick shower, I headed to my car and then to the short drive back to the house where I had spent the first 14 years of my life. After the incident, Carlisle and Esme, my adoptive parents, left the choice of what to do with my childhood home in my hands. They also invested the life insurance policies from my real parents into a bank account, which now served as my safety net should I ever need it. I chose to keep my family home to preserve the warmth and memories of my parents. As I slowly unlocked the front door, I noticed that it needed cleaning, so I got to work. In the past 12 years, I hadn't dared to change anything and left it just as it was on that fateful day when we left. While dusting, memories resurfaced, and I recalled how I had uncovered the real reason behind that chain reaction of negative events.

It was one of those days when I felt the need to be close to Renée and Charlie. So after school, I headed straight to my home. Without thinking, I rushed upstairs to my room, but in my haste, I accidentally knocked one of the large picture frames off the wall. It tumbled down the stairs, shattering the glass into tiny pieces. As I gathered the fragments and scattered photos, I came across a small piece of paper with a number on it, which initially made no sense. However, it soon struck me that the numbers were important dates, but in a mixed-up order - 09161312. It was my birthdate and my parents' wedding day. Slowly, I shifted my gaze from the mess I had created and back to the wall where a hidden door stood. This was something new and unfamiliar to me. I had never heard my parents mention it or open it before. Deciding I had nothing more to lose, I tried the code, and the door swung open. Inside, on the front row, I found various documents like my parents' marriage certificate, other important papers such as diplomas and certificates, some money, jewelry, and several passports. It struck me as odd since my passport had been with me after I moved in with Esme and Carlisle, while theirs had been handed over to the authorities. When I opened the passports, I noticed that all the photos were of my dad, but he appeared differently - different hair color and style, and even the eye color seemed different. What was particularly shocking was that the names were either scrambled or completely foreign to me. I was utterly confused. As far as I knew, my dad was only the chief of police here in Forks, but what was he? A fugitive? Maybe dealer? Something more? My search through the safe also led me to a stack of letters addressed to me. Someone had expected them to reach me. I took the letters with me, returned the other items to the safe, and sat on the couch to see what information these letters held. The first letter started with "My little treasure, my little Bella." It was at that moment I realized the letters were from my dad – only he addressed me that way. Unbeknownst to me, I read all five letters he had left for me, and while not everything made sense in my head, one thing was clear – the "incident" was not an accident but a deliberate act meant to stop my dad from investigating the Volturi. Charlie Swan, the familiar chief of police in Forks, was, in fact, an FBI agent in the Seattle division. When I decided I couldn't read anymore, I took the letters with me, reorganized the pictures to hide the safe, and returned to the Cullens' house. I also decided not to immediately share the new information with Esme and Carlisle. For now, I would keep it to myself. It was the one thing that wasn't common knowledge to everyone, and it was important information that I wasn't sure how to handle.

With surprise, I realized that I was dusting the same spot over and over again and not really making any progress. So I quickly refocused on my new task. Time spent here always had a calming effect on my nerves; it was as if I felt a connection to my parents. After enough time had passed, I decided it was time to continue with my day. I locked up the house and headed on my way back.

Coming back home to your family after long absences can be surprising. You often don't realize how much things can change around you. As I passed by Newton's store, I ran into Tom and Jennifer – two of my former classmates from Forks – now happily married with two children. I couldn't help but feel the contrast between their settled lives and the whirlwind of my own emotions and thoughts.

Continuing on my path, I made the decision to visit my parents too. It wasn't a significant part of my daily routine here in Forks but a place I didn't visit without reason – the cemetery. I slowly made my way to their plaque and gently traced their names with my fingers. The tears sprang in my eyes.

"Mom, Dad, I know it's been a while since I've visited, but that doesn't mean I don't think about you every day. You're the reason I strive to give my all every day, and you motivate me to find those who should be resting here in your place. I'm doing well, and I hope you can see me from up there and smile. Soon, I might go undercover again, which means I won't be able to come and see you, but please rest assured, I'll be cautious, as always, and I promise that as soon as those responsible have been held accountable, I'll come and tell you everything," I whispered softly, tears streaming down my face. Every visit here felt like a heavy stone on my heart.

"Perhaps, after this mission ends, I'll try to focus not only on my work but also on rebuilding myself. I can feel that my efforts are taking more from me than I can give, but I won't give up until I accomplish my goal," I shared, voicing a thought I reserved for them, for I was still uncertain about my path beyond this mission. Despite the uncertainties with the FBI, I felt that the end of another chapter in my life was drawing near, and it made me uneasy.

My visit to the cemetery always grounded me and allowed me to reflect on the sacrifices I made in my pursuit of justice. It was also a reminder of the duty I carried as an agent, seeking truth and delivering justice.

Returning to the Cullen house, I was greeted by the warmth of family and friends who had become my support system. The evening was filled with stories, laughter, and shared experiences, connecting the past with the present. As I lay in bed that night, the weight of my responsibilities bore down on me, and I contemplated my next days here. I have 4 days more here and then I have to go back to Seattle.

The next day, Alice and I decided to explore our „shared" or maybe only her passion for fashion. We went through her impressive collection of designer outfits, and she helped me select a few pieces that would be suitable for every day but also undercover missions. While I wasn't particularly fashion-savvy, Alice's guidance was invaluable. Her attention to detail and ability to anticipate fashion trends were impressive. With her guidance, I felt more confident in my ability to wear myself more "fashionable" – as she explained to me.

In the evening, I unwind by spending time with Esme and Carlisle. Their wisdom and unwavering support were a source of strength for me. We would discuss a range of topics, from world events to personal experiences, offering different perspectives on life.

After an extra day in Forks, I decided to make the drive to Port Angeles to visit Alice and Jasper. From what I could understand from Alice, both of them would be free for lunch. So, we made arrangements to meet at the best restaurant here.

I met both of them at our usual spot, Bella Italia, a charming little restaurant that had become our favorite. Over a hearty Italian meal, we reminisced about our college years, sharing stories of laughter and camaraderie. Jasper had a unique ability to infuse humor into any situation, and his anecdotes about his college work never failed to make me smile. We spoke about the move they would make soon and what else have to be done in their house. As far as I understood from all the things Jasper said to me, there is not much to do.

We shared stories and advice on relationships. Alice's and Jasper's unwavering support was a reminder that while I had experienced various relationships, nothing had developed into something truly serious. I confessed that work had always taken precedence, leaving little room for personal connections…

After lunch, I headed back to Forks, planning my afternoon. Then, out of the blue, I heard the sound of a message on my phone.

Hey, Bella! What are you up to? Do you have a minute for a call? - Jacob

I let out a heavy sigh but decided not to delay and dialed his number.

"Hello, Jacob. I'm free. How are you?" I asked, injecting all the positive energy I could muster into the conversation.

"Hi, I'm good. I'm calling with a proposition. There's a new movie coming out this Friday, and I was wondering if you'd like to join me," he said. "Of course, if you can't make it, we can schedule it for another day."

I must admit I didn't expect the conversation to take this turn, so I sighed a bit more audibly. Doesn't he realize that after countless attempts over the past year, I'm not the person who would be eager to go on a date with him? Besides, I have a strict principle of not mixing work with other relationships.

"Look, Jacob, I appreciate your invitation, but I'll have to decline, and for that, I'm sorry," I tried to get out of it, though not very tactfully, I confess. But he wasn't leaving me much room for maneuver. The presence of Jacob, and his persistent efforts to get me to go out with him, was an ongoing source of irritation.

"Alright, I understand, but if you ever change your mind, know that I'm just a call away."

"Okay, thank you. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Bella," he said, and the call ended. I don't think Jacob is the one for me—I was sure of that even three years ago when I met him in the office. The conversation took my thoughts in a different direction, and without realizing it, I found myself at First Beach, La Push.

This place had always been soothing— the sound of the waves and the surrounding silence offered the escape I probably needed.

The seafront stretched out before me, and my mind wandered to a different time, a different place. I thought about the past relationships I'd had—none of them particularly serious. The path of love had been elusive for me, but maybe that was because I had yet to find someone who genuinely intrigued me. Sitting on the rocky shoreline, the rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the coast soothed my thoughts. The setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, casting a warm glow. As the tide ebbed and flowed, I pondered my love life and my quest for something deeper and more meaningful.

My thoughts drifted further back to that fateful day when I first met Edward at the headquarters. He had been a remarkably handsome man, with an air of mystery that drew me in. I recalled our first encounter at the headquarters, where he stood out as a remarkably handsome man, his features chiseled and his demeanor both intriguing and mysterious. He had an air of confidence that left me curious to know more. And again, the same thumping of my heart began…

"Maybe I have some medical problem" – I told to myself; it can't just be this irritating? You have just met that person, stop thinking about him like a stalker.

While I was lost in thought, I heard the sound of another message on my phone. I reached for it, wondering if it was Jacob again, with his persistent attempts. But it was something entirely different:

"Tomorrow, 8 am, my office - Liam."

This was strange.

Perhaps we had new evidence, more information, or an issue with one of the agents? With a sigh, I stood up, took one last look at the ocean, and turned towards my car to say goodbye to Esme and Carlisle and gather my belongings.

Here we go...