“Bella?” Carlisle called to me. I tried to answer. “Mmmmm?” “Is the fire gone?” “Yes,” I sighed. “Thank you, Edward.” “I love you,” he answered. “I know,” I breathed, so tired. I heard my favorite sound in the world: Edward’s quiet laugh, weak with relief. “Bella?” Carlisle asked again. I frowned; I wanted to sleep. “What?” “Where is your mother?” “In Florida,” I sighed. “He tricked me, Edward. He watched our videos.”
