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Chapter 13 BPOV We jam our bags with all the files we can manage, which is everything but a few that are old and don't really pertain to anything. Edward is in shock with all the information my dad left in the video and he's talked non-stop about Aro and all the things he's heard about him. Aro is who Edward thought killed his mom and who he wanted to protect me from. "What does this Aro look like?" I ask as we finally come back to my old house. We stop to take a break. Edward seems worked over from the fast pace that I set today, wanting to just get out of here and back to the city. "Aro has dark hair that he keeps slicked back into a ponytail." He grunts, scrunching his nose in disgust. Memories flash before me of a man with that description. "He was there," I whisper, looking to the ground. "What do you mean,  leanbh ?" "The man you describe to me as Aro, he was there, he murdered my dad." "That

Chapter 12 BPOV I wake up snuggled against something warm and I can smell dust in the air. Bitter cold hits my lungs as I breath in deeply. "How are you feeling,  gra ?" Edward's hoarse voice in my ear causes my eyes to open. His question is valid;  how do I feel ? "I'm not really sure," I admit. I feel his lips press against my temple. "We didn't bring much to eat in our bags," he mumbles as my stomach growls. I smile. "That's what you think. At the bottom of my bag is a cooler with tuna, and some chicken salad, and everything else for a few sandwiches." Shock etches his features; apparently, he's forgotten I'm a survivalist. I untangle myself from him and dig everything out of my bag. When I reach the bottom, I pull out the cooler, setting it out for us to make something to eat. Edward listens to me talk about my dad and all things we used to do together. He smiles and brings me up against his chest.

I suck in a breath as I pull it out, my hands shaking as I open the envelope. A thick pile of documents along with a DVD slide out. I flip through the packet, seeing that it's my dad's will. He left everything to me, and gave me instructions on how to access his accounts and the different properties in Ireland, New York, Australia, holy shit, we even have a place in Switzerland. I pick up the DVD and turn to Edward. "I think I should watch this first, before we dig into everything else." He nods his head and follows me over to the TV and DVD player. As I push the DVD into the slot, the TV comes to life and my dad's face pops up on the screen. I can't help but gasp.

Chapter 11 BPOV Carlisle's home office is nothing like what I would have pictured. He has photos of Edward, ranging from when he was a baby up until he graduated high school. Same goes with his other boys along with pictures of each of their weddings. After I announced I took the picture of the man and his wife, we, or should I say,  they,  decided that the conversation needed to be moved to the Cullen estate. Conversation has been flowing around me, but I only hear bits and pieces. "How did your father die?" Carlisle asks, bringing me out of my reverie. I turn and look at him. Everything clicks.  Cullen . My father's secret folders in the safe. I only looked once because I couldn't stand knowing my dad would never looking at them again. I didn't look further, and never looked at the contents of that safe again. "A bullet to the head," I grind out, staring at him and debating how to approach the subject. "I had to listen to him

I stare at the house. I never sold it, never kept it up, either. The yellow paint is chipped everywhere, the windows boarded up. The gutters are dangling against the house, and it looks like the roof has holes in it. I can hear Edward breathing hard just from the hike to the house. I made him park at a local hiking spot a few miles up the road that happens to cross into the land the house sits on. It's far back from the road, with trees all but hiding the mile-long driveway. We can see the makeshift obstacle course on the left side of the house that is near a creek that leads into the woods. On the other side is what my dad set up as a gun range. Many emotions overwhelm me as the memories assault me. I shut my eyes, breathing in the fresh forestry air. I feel a tear fall down my cheek. " Leanbh, " Edward murmurs as he presses against my back. I let out a harsh breath. "We'll go in for a minute, take a small break, then we'll begin the hike to the

Chapter 10 BPOV Gun cleaning and target practice. Check. Run ten miles before sparring. Check. Work at Eala. Check. Oh, and try not to kill anyone. Repeat the next day. Two months in, and I'm positive my body is in the best shape of its life. My gun skills are also in top form. Every day since Edward left, I've been running, shooting, and sparring. I've worked so many hours at Eala, it's a good thing I don't have to pay myself. My life is at a standstill. No matter how many times Angela drags me to her place to have dinner with her and suit man, it just reminds me of what I can't have. Then I start thinking of barging into Twilight and saying fuck the hiding, but I know I can't do that to Edward. He would never be able to do his work, or focus on what he needed to do. I run my fingers through my hair, trying to focus on anything other than the empty hole in my heart. I take out my Glock and set in on the coffee table, lining my gun cleaning suppl