Alice watches Edward and Bella climb into the car with Rosalie and Emmett and for a long, lingering moment, she wishes it were her and Jasper in that car. Her husband hasn't let go of her hand since she stepped up to him in the airport and she's thankful for that because now ( Read more... )

Tensions had been building since the family had congregated in Alaska. It wasn't on purpose, everyone on the outside seemed fine. Maybe they were fine ( Read more... )

From: 360-552-5423 (Alice)
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you could still check in every so often you
know. instead of just ignoring my fifty
messages a day.
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3.45 am Wed, Nov 2

They've been in France for four days now. Four days where it took them a lot of coaxing to get Kate to interact, to try to get her to not be as spacey as she was being now ( Read more... )

"You need to come with me." Alice says as she breezes into Edward's room without even a knock. She knows. He knows she knows. She knows he knows she knows...there's no need for knocking between them.

"I need to go shopping for Prom. It's so soon. And Jazz is busy. Come on, you're not doing anything right?"

The plane ride to France is familiar and comforting. Two seats in first class, red-eye flight, some movie playing in front of them, but it's not even paid attention to. Alice's bouncing excitement is enough to entertain Jasper for the entire ride ( Read more... )

In their room, in Washington, Alice sits up as Jasper reads. She watches him for a long moment before turning her head away.

"Do you want to see the tape, Jazz?"

Alice hovers outside of the bedroom Carlisle and Esme share, pushing her fingers through her hair and twisting the edges around the digits.

She knocks before she opens the door, knowing they know she's already there, but giving them the semblance of privacy anyway.

"Can we talk? Please."

Alice thrusts the video camera at her brother, her fingers shaking. "Don't get angry at the way he treats Bella in it. He's been taken care of, so there's no use in seething about it."

A beat.

"I need you to tell me what you think about what he says. About me."

The video camera is loose in her hands as she sits in the corner of the waiting room of the hospital. She's numb from head to toe and in retrospect it's lucky she does not need to breathe because at this moment, she cannotShe glances up, at the sound of voices in the hall. She can hear her family with Bella, talking to her in the room down the hall ( Read more... )