APRIL
The next two days felt like someone hit the slow-motion button on my life. May was off vacationing with Tyler, and Edward was tangled up in royal duties—which apparently involved settling ancient vampire disputes and attending "urgent meetings" in candlelit halls that probably hadn't seen sunlight in centuries.
Even so, he still found time to check in.
Little texts. Thoughtful ones.
Saw a blue hydrangea and thought of your royal-blue obsession.
Are you still battling that deadline, or has the spreadsheet claimed your soul?
The moon looks smug tonight. You'd like it.
Each message landed with a strange warmth I hadn't felt in a long time. Soft, quiet, persistent. And every night, I found myself waiting for his call, kicking my feet under the blanket and pretending not to smile
