“I can’t let you do
that,” she’s saying. “No, I’m serious. She was really upset. I’ve never seen
anyone completely break down like that—it was scary.” I feel awkward for eavesdropping,
but not too bad, considering the conversation seems to be about me.
“Now? She’s asleep.
Do you have any idea of the kind of day she’s had? Oh no, you wouldn’t, because you just let her go!” She sounds
seriously pissed off—I’m so glad she’s on my side.
“Did you even tell
her?…Why the hell not? We’re talking about a big part of your life here,
Edward…Mhmm…”
At the sound of his
name, my insides turn to stone. I gingerly make my way to the kitchen and pause
in the doorway.
Rose turns in my
direction. “I have to go, Bella’s awake…I’ll ask her…okay. Bye.” She places her
phone on the counter and walks toward me, drawing me into a hug. “How are you
feeling?”
“Wiped.” My throat
feels like sandpaper when I speak.
“Here, let me get you
something to eat and drink. Go sit on the couch. I’ll be there in a minute.”
I return to the
couch, wrap myself in my blanket, and finish off my water bottle. Rose appears
a few moments later with some apple juice and a bowl of reheated noodles. I
take them from her, only realizing now how hungry I am—my sandwich from lunch
is sitting on a bench in a park. I nibble gingerly at the noodles as Rose takes
a deep breath.
“Bella, while you
were sleeping you were talking. Now feel free to tell me if I’m overstepping
the mark…but…do you want to tell me about Tyler?”
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