-Renee-
It's been almost twenty years since I had to see my own daughter. Dead. I had been in to identify her, and make myself believe the unbelievable. But I had barely held it together when I saw her.
The Cullens had been miserable, Edward seemed the one who was hating himself the most.
I didn't go to her funeral. I hadn't wanted to see it.
My daughter had died eighteen years ago, and I was starting to forgive myself for not seeing her alive since her wedding day, when someone rang the doorbell.
I answered the door, not expecting anyone special.
A beautiful girl, maybe, eighteen, nineteen,...
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