AT THE SAME TIME
ISABELLA
Rosalie moved first. Not gracefully, and not composed. She stood so fast her chair tipped back, nearly fell, and then her hands were on me. Not grabbing, and not violent, but clutching. Her fingers dug into the fabric of my coat like I might vanish if she let go. I froze, every instinct screaming to pull away, and then her arms wrapped fully around me. Tight, it was too tight. Like she was holding a child who had almost slipped underwater.
"No." She said, voice breaking completely now. "No, no, no. I won't, I won't lose you again."
Bella's father was there a second later. Charlie. I barely had time to register his movement before his arms joined hers, large hands bracketing my back, his forehead pressed against my hair. His breathing was uneven, harsh, like he was fighting something feral inside his chest.
"You are here." He murmured, over and over. "You are still here. She is still here."
"I-" I started.
