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Alyssa looked up at her mother’s portrait. “She was so beautiful,” she said. “So beautiful and so cold.”

She felt Edward’s arm go around her and leaned into his strength without conscious thought. She stared up at the aloof, self-involved face in the portrait, trying to see into her mother’s heart. “I was here the night my mother died, Edward.”

He turned her to face him, moving so quickly she had no time to object. He held her shoulders between his hands. “Tell me what happened in this room that night, Lyssa. Tell me what you saw and what you heard.”

“And what I did,” she said, fighting the urge to break into tears.

“Alyssa,” he repeated softly. “Tell me what you remember.”