More than my own life
Jacob was a gift from the gods.
Life and love go on.
Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk.
Try not to trip," she added. "We don't have time for a concussion today." I groaned. That would be just like me - ruin everything, destroy the world, in a moment of klutziness.
A hundred yards away, Mike Newton was lowering Bella's limp body to the sidewalk. She slumped unresponsively against the wet concrete, her skin chalky as a corpse. I almost took the door off the car.