Victoria’s gone again. She fled to Scotland. Carlisle is certain she won’t try to come back again for a couple of months. And from what Alice saw, he was right. Victoria was tired of the game. But she’d come back. .
“How are you Charlotte?” Rosalie asked me one night on the phone.
“Annoyed.” I grumbled.
“Why?” She asked.
“Because...Victoria was so close to explaining her actions. And explaining how she was alive. I read her mind. If you guys were there, there’s no way she would have said anything. I made the right choice.” She sighed. And waited a beat.
“Bella’s gone.” I sat up.
“Oh.” Things didn’t exactly end right with us.
“She and Ness, Jacob and Edward all left for Alaska this morning. They’re considering bringing our cousins back with them when they return.” .
“Is Bella mad?” .
“Not at you. At herself. She hurt you. She saw the bruises on your arms.” Bella did leave a dent in my forearms from where she grabbed me in anger. They were fading now, turning a weird green colour. .
“I’m not mad at her. Rose could you tell her that? And that I’m sorry for everything?” She agreed to do so.