Isabella woke up.
She did not want to since it meant that she would be awake. Being awake meant that she would have to think. Thinking meant that she would have to remember. Remembering meant that she would have to deal with the fact that the child that she carried for so long was gone.
Gone, as in never coming back.
She was just getting used to becoming a mother and now because of her brother, that was taken away from her too. Granted, Edward was a victim in all of this as well but to an extent. He set many things in motion and the price to be paid for it was paid in various parts by the rest of the family.
Nevertheless, Isabella was never one to shrink away. She believed in putting her hand to the plow and getting on with it.
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