Darkness wraps around him like a cloak, making angular cheekbones cast deep shadows. I imagine him in the light, see his face round with youth and inexperience. My mind replaces the steel in his eyes with curiosity.
I have it.
"Edward?" I see the slight twitch of his Adam's apple as he fights not to swallow. It is the only tell. "Edward Cullen."
He hears the finality in my voice but does not speak.
Memories cascade in waves with my sister's voice. The boy who came out. Beaten up. Tormented.
"I never knew you," I murmur.
"You made that clear."
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