[Edward's P.O.V.]
Patrick handed me a small white cloth bag. It was light but my hands trembled as I untangled it. I thought that when I returned to the pack, I could simply make it up to Rose and everything would be fine. But now, the only thing I had left of her was this small bag in my hands.
When I opened it, there was only a card and an envelope inside.
The card had an image of Rose's ultrasound the first picture of our child.
I felt liquid in my eyes - I had forgotten the last time I cried. All I knew was that I could feel my heart being torn apart again.
I then took out the envelope and opened it. Inside was a piece of paper with her familiar and delicate handwriting, some of which had been smeared with drops of water. It was my mate's tears.
[To my Popeye,]
