Vienna’s POVThree days.Three days without Edward.Three days without his warm presence filling the house, without his quiet strength grounding me, without his soft "good morning, gorgeous" whispered against my skin.I was standing in the kitchen, absentmindedly stirring Oliver’s oatmeal long after it was already done, when his little voice snapped me out of it."Mommy?"I blinked, turning toward him. "Yeah, honey?"He was sitting at the table, swinging his legs, watching me with a small frown."Why haven’t we seen Edward in so long?"My heart clenched so sharply it almost hurt.I forced myself to move, placing the bowl in front of him. "Here you go."He didn’t touch it. "Mommy…"I sighed softly and crouched down in front of him, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead."Edward and I…" I hesitated, searching for the right words. "We just… need a little bit of space right now."Oliver frowned deeper. "Why?"I gave a small, sad smile. "Because sometimes grown-ups have things they n
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