Edward was too still for a moment, controlling whatever reaction he didn’t want me to see. Then he crushed me gently to his chest. “I’m so sorry.” “I thought you’d be glad,” I whispered. “Glad over something that’s hurt you?” he murmured into my hair. “I don’t think so, Bella.” I sighed and relaxed, fitting myself to the stone shape of him. But he was motionless again, tense.
