“Sweetheart, I can’t help you, if you won’t tell me.”
“It’s… it’s… Edward.”
Alice pushes my hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear. “What about Edward?”
“And… and… me.”
Her eyes search my face for answers. “Are you having troubles? Maybe Jasper and I can help.”
I shake my head, trying to stop crying. “No, no t-troubles.”
Alice appears thoughtful for a few moments, then seems to have an idea. She lowers her voice. “Are you pregnant?”
Her question sets me off on another round of ugly sobbing, and I try to dry my tears with another napkin.