[Edward's P.O.V.]
I was in my office, going through some of my contacts and emails sent to me by detectives. All of them had photos and addresses of single, pregnant women living on the coast of Southeast Asia, as well as the men and women who were around the women, supposedly taking care of them.
But I quickly realized that it was all for naught. I just couldn't tell if any of them were Rose, Alonso, or Susanna just from photos. None of the images triggered anything within me.
I knew it was hard, but I wanted to try. If I was able to dream about Rose, I thought I would at least be able to get a reaction from looking at photos. But I hadn't been able to. And I also hadn't dreamt of my lover again.
