Edward and I are sitting at the dining table, enjoying our breakfast together. I take the first bite of my oats, but to my disappointment, they don't taste as delicious as they used to.

Edward notices my discontent and comments, "The breakfast doesn't taste as good as before, bro."

It becomes clear to me why the breakfast lacks its previous flavour—Alice didn't prepare it. I had recently relieved her of her cooking duties, but now I realize that was a mistake. She possesses a ...