My fingers fiddle with the tiny embroidered lavender plants on our comforter. Mom and Phil sent it as a late wedding present. It is gorgeous, every sprig spun from a silky violet thread. Edward walks in pausing at the door frame. His arms folded across his chest.

"Hey."
"Hi."
"You always sit on that bed every time you need thinking time by yourself." I nod, my eyes frozen on the slight twitches in Edward's arm. Edward shifts. "Do you want to talk about it?" I look down at the sprigs. He moves, walking over to the bed and pushing onto it. He flicks his shoes off and curls up next to me. "You have to let me in, Bella. I can't reach you, I can't read your mind." Tears well up in my eyes, my hand searches blindly for Edward's. His strong arms pull me in holding me to his chest. I pull my shield in, letting memories and thoughts explode from within, sobs echoing heavily in my ears. I feel Edward push away from me. My sobs lessen and my body aches for his. Edward presses himself against the pale yellow beige walls of our room, sweat dripping from his body. He slides down the wall. "Bella." He gasps for air. "Our daughter loves you, she's not going to hate you for this. Bella."
"You don't know that! This is all my fault. I should have never let Jane touch her, we have no idea what this could do to her." Edward gasped, struggling to breathe still. Except Edward doesn't breathe, no vampire does. "Edward?" I asked tentatively. Edward clawed at his throat, gagging noise escaping. "Edward!" My feet landed next to him, pressing my cool fingers to his chest and throat. The bedroom door slammed open. I looked up at the person. Her cloak draped around her slim figure, the hood up but a lock of silvery white hair pokes through.
"Jane."