ly took about two minutes of staring at the silent kitchen phone to
decide that I wasn’t staying home today. I considered my options.
I wasn’t going to call Jessica. As far as I could tell,beats by dre, Jessica had crossed over to the dark side.
I could drive to La Push and get my motorcycle—an appealing thought but for one minor problem: who
was going to drive me to the emergency room if I needed it afterward?
Or… I already had our map and compass in the truck. I was pretty sure I understood the process well
enough by now that I wouldn’t get lost. Maybe I could eliminate two lines today, putting us ahead of
schedule for whenever Jacob decided to honor me with his presence again. I refused to think about how
long that might be. Or if it was going to be never.
I felt a brief twinge of guilt as I realized how Charlie would feel about this, but I ignored it. I just couldn’t
stay in the house again today.
A few minutes later I was on the familiar dirt road that led to nowhere in particular. I had the windows
rolled down and I drove as fast as was healthy for my truck,adidas jeremy scott, trying to enjoy the wind against my face. It
was cloudy, but almost dry—a very nice day, for Forks.
Getting started took me longer than it would have taken Jacob. After I parked in the usual spot, I had to
spend a good fifteen minutes studying the little needle on the compass face and the markings on the now
worn map. When I was reasonably certain that I was following the right line of the web, I set off into the
woods.
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though, even with the birds chirping and cawing,as if to spring, the insects buzzing noisily around my head,custom headphones, and the
occasional scurry of the field mice through the shrubs, the forest seemed creepier today; it reminded me
of my most recent nightmare. I knew it was just because I was alone, missing Jacob’s carefree whistle
and the sound of another pair of feet squishing across the damp ground.
The sense of unease grew stronger the deeper I got into the trees. Breathing started to get more
difficult—not because of exertion, but because I was having trouble with the stupid hole in my chest
again. I kept my arms tight around my torso and tried to banish the ache from my thoughts. I almost
turned around, but I hated to waste the effort I’d already expended.
The rhythm of my footsteps started to numb my mind and my pain as I trudged on. My breat