Bella pov
I tucked Tom into bed and sat beside him, smoothing his dark hair back from his forehead. "I love you, Tom. More than anything in the whole world."
"Love you too, Mommy." His eyes opened slightly, that grey gaze so like his father's that it hurt. "Mommy? Why do I look different from you?"
The question caught me off guard. "What do you mean, baby?"
"My eyes. They're not like yours. They're grey and yours are..." He scrunched up his face, trying to remember. "Are like honey. Angela said so."
My heart clenched. "Everyone's eyes are different, sweetheart. You got your eyes from... from your daddy."
"When will I meet him?" Tom asked a question he'd been asking more and more lately. "Is he nice? Will he like me?"
I thought about Caleb standing in that hallway, devastated and de
