Carlisle went back to his time.
Aro went to drab him, but sighed instead and let his hand stretch out.
June 24th, 2006 - Early morning
Aunt Gin's funeral. Angela came and gave me this journal. She said it would be a good idea let loose my inner feelings, write these thoughts I have on paper. But what can I say? Aunt Gin had cancer, and I couldn't.... I couldn't stop it. Mom and Skye and Aimee... everyone's leaving me. Is this really the case? Angela said to come with her, but instead, I dropped out of school. I didn't want to deal with anymore drama that people had in store for me.
Farther down the page...
June 24th, 2006 - Evening
Terra's missing. I searched for her, and searched, but her trail disappeared. I'm a failure. I let my little sister slip out my grasp. Do you see these tear strains- God? Do you see me broken and disassembled? Hurt? Why me? You made me watch my father die! The last thing he said to me was 'Kinsey, I love you, run away.' You wouldn't even let me say bye to Mother. You made me watch Aunt Gin suffer her divorce, the loss of her baby, and you made me watch Aimee tear herself to pieces and die. Now, you take Terra from me? Don't give me a chance at all? Fine, two can play at this twisted game.
Rochelle smiled. "Thank you."