Esme, Esme, Esme i đã đưa ý kiến her name over and over in my mind. I loved the way it sounded as it rolled off my tongue. Rosalie interupted my thoughts when she aske me "Carlisle, are bạn ok?". "Um, yes i am fine, how are you?" "I know that look Carlisle your in love!" I shurdded at the sound of her question. "No, i am not!" i lied. Was it really that ovibious? " Yes bạn are i can read it on your face." she explained to me. "What's her name"? she đã đưa ý kiến with a grin on her face. "Esme i put i treo lên, sling on her arm this morning" i told her with a frown. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Well while i was putting the treo lên, sling on her arm i examinded her body. Her body was covered in brusies and small cuts. I have a feeling that she is being abused bởi her husband". i explained. "I could see the fear in her eyes while i was touching her body like she didnt trust a man." Rosalie told me everything was going to be ok. But, how could it be when the tình yêu of my life was possibly being beat bởi an ungratful man.