The ride to the airport was the most awkward thing ever. Francesca urged me to come see her off at the airport, with Edward driving us all.

It's not just irritation, though. It's a lot of residual feelings seeping out, unstoppable and palpable. And it's impossible to sit next to Edward and not have my mind race with memories. Whenever I stole a glimpse of Edward out of the corner of my eye, or when I caught a whiff of his shampoo or cologne. It's all dangerous territory, being trapped ...