doing before my frenzy. Her eyes returned to mine and a smile slowly spread across her face till the little dimple appeared in her chin. There was no judgment and no regret in that smile.
I smiled back, feeling as though I could only just now appreciate the beauty of this place. The sun and the flowers and the gilded air, they were suddenly there for me, joyous and merciful. I felt the gift of her mercy, and my stone heart swelled with gratitude.
The relief, the confusion of joy and guilt, suddenly reminded me of the day I’d come home, so many decades ago.
I hadn’t been ready then, either. I’d planned to wait. I wanted my eyes to be golden again before Carlisle saw me. But they were still a strange orange, an amber that tended more toward red. I was having difficulty adapting to my former diet. It had never been so hard before. I was afraid that if I didn’t have Carlisle’s help, I wouldn’t be able to keep going. That I would fall back into my old ways.
It worried me, having that evidence so clear in my eyes. I wondered what was the worst reception I could expect? Would he just send me away? Would he find it difficult to look at me, to see what a disappointment I had become? Was there a penance he would demand? I would do it, whatever he asked. Would my efforts to improve move him at all, or would he just see my failure?
It was simple enough to find them; they hadn’t moved far from the place I’d left them. Maybe to make it easier for me to return?
Their house was the only one in this high, wild spot. The winter sun was glinting off the windows as I approached from below, so I couldn’t tell if anyone was home. Rather than take the shorter route through the trees, I paced toward them through an empty field, blanketed in snow, where—even bundled up against the sun’s glare—I would be easy to spot. I moved slowly. I didn’t want to run. It might alarm them.
It was Esme who saw me first.
“Edward!” I heard her cry, though I was still a mile out.
In less than a second I saw her figure dart through a side door, racing through the rocks surrounding the mountain ledge and stirring up a thick cloud of snow crystals behind her.
Edward! He’s come home!
It was not the mindset I’d been expecting. But then, she hadn’t seen my eyes clearly.
Edward? Can it be?
My father was following close behind her now, catching up with his longer stride.
There was nothing but a desperate hope in his thoughts. No judgment. Not yet.
“Edward!” Esme shouted with an unmistakable ring of joy in her voice.
And then she was upon me, her arms wrapped tight around my neck, her lips kissing my cheek over and over again. Please don’t go away again.
Only a second later, Carlisle’s arms encircled us both.
Thank you, he thought, his mind fervent with sincerity. Thank you for coming back to us.
“Carlisle… Esme… I’m so sorry. I’m so—”
“Shush, now,” Esme whispered, tucking her head against my neck and breathing in my scent. My boy.
I looked up into Carlisle’s face, leaving my eyes open wide. Hiding nothing.
You’re here. Carlisle stared back at my face with only happiness in his mind. Though he had to know what the color of my eyes meant, there was no off note to his delight. There’s nothing to apologize for.
Slowly, hardly able to trust that it could be so simple, I raised my arms and returned my family’s embrace.
I felt that same undeserved acceptance now, and I could barely believe that all of it—my bad behavior, both voluntary and involuntary—was suddenly behind us. But her forgiveness seemed to wash the darkness away.
“So where were we, before I behaved so rudely?” I remembered where I had been. Just inches from her parted lips. Enraptured by the mystery of her mind.
She blinked twice. “I honestly can’t remember.”
That was understandable. I breathed in fire and blew it back out, wishing it would do some actual damage to me.
“I think we were talking about why you were afraid, besides the obvious reason.” The obvious fear had probably driven the other out of her mind completely.
But she smiled and looked down at my hand again. “Oh, right.”
Nothing more.
“Well?” I prompted.
Rather than meet my gaze, she started tracing patterns across my palm. I tried to read their sequences, hoping for a picture or even letters—E-D-W-A-R-D-P-L-E-A-S-E-G-O-A-W-A-Y—but