1-7 Shipshewana, Indiana

Six months after Jasper and I arrived in Indiana, Carlisle turned thirty-seven. He was actually three hundred and six.

He and Esme both sighed about needing to move.

“It takes a long time to find our home,” Esme said, when I asked why she was so upset.

I shrugged. “There’s a cabin outside Portland, Oregon for the five of us. Edward will have a whole floor to himself. About four miles away there’s a little three bedroom home that Rosalie and Emmett will enjoy. The properties are on a stream right next to the Cascades. And the hospital is going to lose one of their general surgeons to Hopkins two days from now.”

Esme looked stunned.

I told her the house would look beautiful when she was done with it.


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