rs。

My　room　hadn't　really　changed　all　that　much　in　the　seventeen　years　since　my

mother　had　been　here。　The

walls　were　still　light　blue；　the　same　yellowed　lace　curtains　hung　in　front　of

the　window。　There　was　a　bed；

rather　than　a　crib；　but　she　would　recognize　the　quilt　draped　untidily　over　the

top—it　had　been　a　gift　ROM

Gran。

Regardless；　I　snapped　a　picture　of　my　room。　There　wasn't　much　else　I　could　do

tonight—it　was　too　dark

outside—and　the　feeling　was　growing　stronger；　it　was　almost　a　pulsion　now。

I　would　record

everything　about　Forks　before　I　had　to　leave　it。

Change　was　ing。　I　could　feel　it。　It　wasn't　a　pleasant　prospect；　not　when

life　was　perfect　the　way　it

was。

I　took　my　time　ing　back　down　the　stairs；　camera　in　hand；　trying　to　ignore

the　butterflies　in　my

stomach　as　I　thought　of　the　strange　distance　I　didn't　want　to　see　in　Edward's

eyes。　He　would　get　over

this。　Probably　he　was　worried　that　I　would　be　upset　when　he　asked　me　to　leave。

I　would　let　him　work

through　it　without　meddling。　And　I　would　be　prepared　when　he　asked。

I　had　the　camera　ready　as　I　leaned　around　the　corner；　being　sneaky。　I　was　sure

there　was　no　chance　that

I　had　caught　Edward　by　surprise；　but　he　didn't　look　up。　I　felt　a　brief　shiver

as　something　icy　twisted　in　my

stomach；　I　ignored　that　and　took　the　picture。

They　both　looked　at　me　then。　Charlie　frowned。　Edward's　face　was　empty；

expressionless。

〃What　are　you　doing；　Bella？〃　Charlie　plained。

〃Oh；　e　on。〃　I　pretended　to　smile　as　I　went　to　sit　on　the　floor　in　front　of

the　sofa　where　Charlie

lounged。　〃You　know　Mom　will　be　calling　so