As I sat with Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, Jasper and Alice, watching CNN, a story caught my attention. I looked back to the televisión from where I had been staring into space, and listened to the report. There were hundreds of poor, bruised women running hurriedly and aimlessly down the streets, having just escaped from their violent partners. All of the defenseless women were wearing tear-streaked faces and extremely sullen expressions as they ran, screaming and shouting. I felt a sudden wave of empathy for them. Over a hundred years ago, in my human life, I was one of them. Maybe I had more...
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