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During my lunch, I stared at Shelly’s phone number on my
cell. I just couldn’t bring myself to call her. I knew I had to. The
overwhelming guilt that I felt after Edward left kept me up most of the night
on Saturday. I was so upset that I had shared a meal with him. That I felt
somewhat normal, carrying on a conversation that didn’t revolve around my kids,
my dead husband or my sadness. Yes, they were a part of our evening, but it
wasn’t the dominating conversation. Edward made me laugh. Like, really laugh. He was funny, sweet and
just so good. The fact that I had such a decent time caused me to spend the
entire night crying out of guilt. I shouldn’t be feeling these things. Not yet.
It’s too soon.
Isn’t it?
When my kids came home on Sunday night, I was a bit of a
zombie, but I faked it. I read books with them, played on Wii and fed them
hamburger helper before tucking them into bed at their bedtimes. I crashed
early, but woke up, again in tears feeling guilt for my time spent with Edward
and for not being the mother I should be.
Instead of calling Shelly, I texted Edward. You’ve got a problem, Black. He’s tall and
entirely too nice. Why did he have to be so god damned perfect? UGH! As
soon as I hit send, I wanted to retract the text. I shouldn’t bother him. Edward’s
working and he’s the problem. Well, that and the fact that my heart feels like
it’s been stomped on, ripped out of my chest and thrown into Lake Crescent
where a bear found it and ate it for lunch. Graphic,
Bella.
I’ve lost my damn mind. Gone. It’s gone. Completely gone. Poof!
Vanished.
Slightly freaking out.
I want to call Shelly. I really do, but I’m scared ~ B
I never expected him to text back but instead, he called.
“Hey, Bella,” Edward breathed. “I’m in the car. I can’t exactly text you. I’m
supposed to be nailing the high schoolers who do it on a daily basis. I’d be a
hypocrite if was doing the same thing: texting while driving.”
“That would be ironic, really,” I teased. Huffing out a
breath, I continued, “Why am I freaking out over calling a therapist? I did it
for my kids.”
“My guess is that you’re afraid that you’re going to lose
everything that you had with Jake by talking to her,” Edward explained. “I
don’t know. All I know is that Shelly helped me realize that I need to cherish
the time I have left with my mom and not let the anger overwhelm me.”
“I guess you’re right,” I sighed. Looking at the clock, I
knew I didn’t have time to call her now. “I’ve got to go. In ten minutes, my
kiddos are back from lunch and I still need to reschedule some parent/teacher
conferences.”
“Call Shelly. You won’t regret it. She’s an adorable
grandma-type who doesn’t take shit from anybody,” Edward snorted. “I’ll talk to
you later, Bella.”
“Thanks for calling,” I murmured. “I’m sorry that I bothered
you, especially while you’re working.”
“You’re never a bother,” he said sincerely. I heard a
crackle over the phone line. “Where, Sue? I’m on my way. Call Charlie for back
up. Cullen, out. Bella, there’s a robbery in progress at one of the local gas
stations. I’ll call you tonight?”
“Be safe, Edward,” I whispered.
“I will. I promise. Bye, Bella,” Edward said, clicking off the phone.
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