April 1937
I didn't know where our home was, but it must have been close to the city, well close for us, it was 162 miles to Fall River, Massachusetts. It is a very nice place here and has many overcast days for us to fit into the human population.
Luckily Carlise decided to hunt on the way. It gave me more time to prepare what I was going to tell them what happened when we were away from our family's home. I couldn't just tell them he just left to go kill the bad guys. Rosalie saw the torment in my eyes and tried to make it better. "Emmett, no one holds you responsible for Edward and his actions," she could see the sting in my eyes when she said those words, and she went on to say "Carlise feels that even he would not have been able to stop him. Please stop taking the blame for his actions", then she hugged me as she whispered in my ear "Emmett I love you". I knew Carlise and Esme heard the whole conversation as our ears are so sensitive to any sounds or conversations around us. Sometimes I wish Rosalie and I were alone more often to have a little privacy. With Edward gone at least my thoughts are secure. That thought stung right through me, and Rosalie was right there holding my hand in comfort. I love her so much but I didn't realize until how much I really needed her. She is the string that holds me to this earth and not someone lost in the clouds of a rainy day.
When we were well sated at least for the time being we continued toward our home, and as we approached the city I saw a house that was huge, and of course I knew it was ours. I also knew that Esme had the inside torn apart with her remodeling. That was Esme's passion, remodeling. That was her hobby to pass the time away, Carlise worked as a doctor at the nearby hospital as he loves to help people as much as he could. Rosalie loves to shop I really wish she would have someone to shop with, as I know most women like to do. I have yet to meet a woman who hates shopping. As for me I love playing with bears, well hunting them and wrestling with them. I donate the meat to the food charities and all is well. Edward, well Edward loves to play the piano. He writes his own music, and I have to say how wonderful his music really is.
Well we entered and I went up to take a quick shower before I discussed by trip. The bad as well as the good. At that I pulled out my new pictures so I could share them with everyone. When I came down the stairs everyone was in the living room and turned to look at me. Here I go, I thought to myself.
"Let me tell you about Edward first" I started to say when Carlise interrupted me, "we know Emmett" I answered him quickly and asked "What do you know?" "Well we know about Edward not coming home with you, as he sent us a telegram" having the question wiped off my face. He went on to say "He wrote" Carlise was pulling out the telegram from his shirt pocket, you could see how worn it was as it appeared to have been read many times. Carlise then went on reading
Carlise, I will not be returning with Emmett. Stop.
There is some business I need to attend to in Chicago. Stop.
I don't know when or if I will be returning home. Stop.
I don't know if you'll accept me for the things I must do. Stop.
Your son, Edward
"So Emmett, that is why we already knew when you disembarked the train. Maybe you'll tell us what happened."
"Well," I quietly said, and at that I sat and told them the entire story. I finished by saying " if I had knowledge that this was going to happen, I would have contacted you immediately to help me with him.I have repeated the situation over and over again. I think that if I wasn't so involved in my own situation I may have seen what was coming. Could I have stopped him?"
"No," Carlise quickly said, "and I wouldn't have even tried, Edward has to do what he decides he has to do. Maybe he will come back, and no matter what he has done, I will greet him with open arms. With that I would love to hear about your trip."
I told them everything, and showed them all the pictures, everyone agreed that it seems that I had a wonderful family and my legacy will live on with the new baby, my nephew Emmett. Of course Rosalie didn't care for the picture of Mary Louise, but she understands why I have it.
After that Rosalie showed me around the new city and where the best hunting spots were, it also gave us alone time, but we didn't talk much, we were hugging and kissing too much to speak!
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