The past three days had been quite taxing considering how little we all did.

Since Jane had called, the Cullens packed the little we had and drove. Emmett was at the wheel most of the time, driving at a steady 90 miles per hour. Thankfully, the constantly bored-looking Rosalie took over once in a while, turning what would have been a four-day trip into just under three.

Alice kept an almost constant watch on the future, coming out of her daze every few hours to make sure I was okay. I really wasn’t, but there was little she or any of the Cullens could do, at the moment, to help. All the time had been spent between tears, Jasper’s calming, and sleep.

Carlisle and Esme had taken a different car, apparently to talk in hushed tones for three days. I rode with them the second half of the way, more than happy to give Jasper a break. Without him, I could finally think through everything without interruption.

After what seemed like an eternity of driving, we were in a lifeless Forks. I wasn’t ready to see all the bodies, so Carlisle and Esme took me straight to the meadow where we met the others. There were just a few minutes until the meeting.

I sat on the grass next to a tree, facing the rest of the meadow.

Alice and Esme were hugging me as if letting go meant I would crumble.

Jasper, Emmett, and Carlisle each stood a few feet away, facing different directions of the forest.

Rosalie sat by a tree next to me. She looked like she was completely aware of our surroundings, but her gaze was focused on me.

The snap of a branch on the opposite end of the meadow brought immediate attention to itself. Six ebony pairs of eyes along with my brown pair stared quietly as a dirty, weak looking Edward stepped out from the trees.