ISABELLA'S POV
I strolled in the garden as I did every evening, my eyes on the flowers. It was early in September, and I wore a light jacket to protect me from the cool wind.
I hadn’t heard from him, not a word. After our last argument, it was as if he disappeared from the face of the earth. He hadn't even returned to the house.
For some time, I had thought I might be pregnant, from that last time Alex had taken me, but it had turned out to be a false alarm.
My system had simply gone awry from depression. Besides, I was on birth control.
I was depressed. Depressed and upset. Anger at Edward for not letting me pursue a momodelingareer, for not letting me have kids of my own.
I was also angry at Alex. For stirring up my emotions and leaving me hanging. For not reaching out to me.
