“She’ll set fire to your home,” Alice said, looking at Betsy
and Rich. “It will be a total loss.”
“Oh, no,” Betsy breathed. “Edward’s baby pictures, my
memories with Edward Senior, my dildo collection...”
“MOM!” Edward barked. “Too much information!”
“Your mom has a dildo collection?” Emmett asked. Is Eddie’s mom into freaky shit? She looks
so…so…normal. Like June Cleaver.
“Nearly fifty different dildos, Emmett,” Betsy said sadly.
“Three of them are perfect replicas of Richard’s…”
“Stop!” Edward moaned, thrusting his hands into his hair.
“Can the fire be prevented, Alice?”
Alice’s gaze turned blank and she sifted through several
different futures. All of them were the same: a total loss of their home. “No,
I’m sorry,” Alice replied meekly. “And if we go back for your items; the
pictures and other, um, things, it will only expedite the process.”
Betsy’s eyes filled with tears and she leaned heavily on
Richard. He gently soothed her as she fell apart. Edward shot up and walked out
onto the patio, his mind and emotions were all over the place. Esme guided
Betsy and Richard up to a guest bedroom. Alice began spouting her theories that
Victoria may be starting a newborn army while I walked out to Edward on the
patio.
“Edward?” I whispered.
“Why won’t she leave us alone?” he murmured, his voice
filled with anguish.
“She’s hell bent on revenge,” I answered, wrapping my arms
around his waist.
“But, why my parents? Why my memories?” he asked, his body
trembling. I didn’t do anything. Neither did they.
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