You disappeared suddenly, tearing yourself away from the lives of the Cullens. The only one who knew their secrets, who had seen them for who they truly were. They trusted you… Even Carlisle. Especially Carlisle.

“Are you sure you don’t know where she is?” Jasper asked when they were alone in the kitchen.

Carlisle didn’t answer right away. He merely cast a glance over his shoulder, continuing his actions with the same unshakable composure he always maintained when faced with questions. His movements were measured, his voice steady, as if nothing had happened.

“I would never lie to you, Jasper… I don’t know,” he said briefly, shifting his gaze to the window, where the others were chatting carefreely in the yard.

Jasper hesitated but chose not to press further. But Edward… Edward noticed the change. He could see that Carlisle had become different—distant, withdrawn, consumed by thoughts even he couldn’t read.

It was three in the morning.

Carlisle had lied to his family, telling them he was working a night shift at the hospital. In reality, he had slipped through the window into your apartment—the very one he had bought for you himself. He had chosen this place carefully, deliberately, ensuring that no one in his family could reach you without your knowledge.

He still cared for you. More than he should. More than he had allowed himself to care for anyone in centuries. He couldn’t even explain it to himself. He only knew one thing—he had to be here.

His fingers brushed over the door handle, the lock clicking softly as he entered. A few silent steps, and now he was by your bed. You were asleep. Your breathing was steady, your face peaceful—more peaceful than he had seen it in a long time.

He sat at the edge of your bed, his gaze never leaving you.

“Sweetheart…” he whispered, allowing himself a weakness he should never have indulged.