“Bye, Alice,” I heard Charlie call from down the stairs.

I walked over to my bed and laid down. I was getting married to Edward in just a few days.

I looked at the ring on my finger. It had once been Edward’s mother’s ring. It was beautiful.

Edward had silently ducked through my window and came to lie next to me. He took my hand in his and admired the ring.

“Bella, I think you should go stay with Renee and Phil for a few days,” Edward said, barely loud enough for me to hear.

“But I don’t want to leave you,” I protested.

“Charlie is okay with the idea and Renee is expecting you. Alice has everything handled here. Your flight leaves soon, you’d better pack.”

“I don’t want to leave!” But Edward had already thrown some clothes into a suitcase for me. He pushed me out the door and ducked out the window to meet me at the car.

Scowling, I walked to the front door with my suitcase.

“Bye, dad,” I called.

“Bye, Bella. Enjoy your trip,” Charlie called back.

Walking toward my Mercedes, tears began to form in my eyes.

I sat down in the passenger seat as Edward slid into the driver’s side.

I crossed my arms and looked out the window. Edward drove me to the airport in silence.

When the car finally stopped, Edward leaned over and kissed my neck.

I turned my head to look at him and without warning, his lips found mine.

“I’m sorry, love,” and with that, he silently escorted me to my plane. Nothing I could say would stop this now, so I didn’t complain. When I got back, I would demand an answer though.