I open the
door, and Alice ’s
eyes are on mine immediately. The phone’s in her hand, and she holds it out,
frozen. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you.”
“I know. I came
as soon as I could. What’s going on?”
“Bella.” My
name is so small, like a spec of dust floating in the light. You shouldn’t even
know it’s there, but you do.
“Alice , is he . . .” Panic
floods my brain while tears start to fall. Is he okay? Where is he? Did he get
run off the road, too? Not Edward.
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