Esme stood, her face wreathed with concern. “Take Emmett with you, too.”
Rosalie spoke from the doorway. “He’s out hunting. He should be back soon though.”
“I can’t wait for him. I’m leaving now,” I said, my mind already made up.
“I’ll go with them,” Jasper said, and I flashed him a look that simultaneously conveyed my regret for snapping at him and my gratitude that he was willing to help me despite this.
Five minutes later we were running in the woods, weaving in and out of the trees like spirits. But I didn’t take any joy in the movement, as I normally did. My mind kept imagining the worst things happening to Bella. I kept seeing her in pain, suffering. Without me. I ran faster.
Suddenly, Alice grabbed my wrist. “I see her,” she said. “She’s in a clearing not far from here. She’s alone and unhurt. You go ahead, Jasper and I will wait here.”
“Of course!” I groaned. “I should have known…”
The meadow. Our meadow. Why didn’t I think of it? It’s where I used to run whenever I needed solace and space.
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