Edward's POV

I let out a deep sigh as I leaned back in my chair. My head was filled with scrambled thoughts, thoughts of her. I could vividly remember her face, the look of panic on her face when George was hospitalized. The sound of her cracking voice when she called me to tell me about George's accident. The look of relief on her troubled face when I told her George's vitals were stable.

I remember everything, every inch of her face. If only she would look at me the same way she looks at George.

Worry about me, the same way she worries about George. Love me the same...