Miss Isabella Swan
care of Police Chief Charles Swan
Forks, WashingtonIsabella ( Read more... )

Everyone is back ( Read more... )

He didn't have a choice, in coming here. There had been avoidance several times, seeing blue shimmering doorways and choosing instead to walk around the entirety of the house to get to the other side ( Read more... )

It's cold in Ithica.

It does not effect Carlisle as he walks from the classroom where he has been teaching night courses in Anatomy and Physiology at the community college back to his car.

(He didn't see the student trying to catch him in the hallway to ask a question about the homework. Carlisle hasn't been all that observant of late.)

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Carlisle is in the house for several reasons. One - it's a rare sunny afternoon. Two - he doesn't have a shift until this evening.

Three - it's actually quiet. Most of the family is out.

So Carlisle's in one of the sitting areas by a stretch of windows, pen and notebook in hand.

An old face. Calmer, older, and yet all the same unchanged.

At least he's not running for his life, now. And he knows where he is.

For Carlisle Cullen, this is always a good start.

A week. Just a week. Carlisle kissed him and Edward was perfect in every singl ( Read more... )

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The Bell Harbor Conference Center is a little over three hours away from Forks if one is very nice and obedient with regards to the speed limit ( Read more... )