Esme, Esme, Esme i dicho 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 asked me "Carlisle, are tu 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 tu are i can read it on your face." she explained to me. "What's her name"? she dicho with a grin on her face. "Esme i put i honda on her arm this morning" i told her with a frown. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Well while i was putting the honda 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 por 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 amor of my life was possibly being beat por an ungratful man?
