Chapter 23
Bella’s P.O.V. The days and weeks had stretched, with no sign of Jacob in sight. He did not respond to my calls and texts. It caused me concern for his welfare. As I sat on the chair in Renesmee’s room, I couldn’t help but smile as I watched her giggle and play with her toys. She had grown, resembling a five-year-old. Now, she can walk on her own two feet. Renesmee asked, “Mommy, where’s Jacob?” “I don’t know,” “Will he ever come back?” As I settled on the soft carpeted floor, I placed Renesmee in my lap. “I don’t know, Renesmee. He wouldn’t talk to me,” I responded. “Oh,” Renesmee hugged me, and I hugged her back. “Let’s head to the main house where your dad is,” I suggested. Renesmee picked up her teddy bear, and I scooped her into my arms, feeling her small, warm body against
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