Once my family was out of my view I turned into the control room to try and find some information or suggestions on where to go next. I was alone now, with Jake, I had to fend for myself but the only problem I had was whether or not I was ready to face this like an adult. Never in my life have I had to make decisions on my own. I never had to worry about where I would sleep or whether or not something would try and harm me. Now that I had turned my back on my family the worry began.
I was bent over a set of drawers rummaging for any papers that could give me an idea or two as to what our next move would be. As I pulled out a small address book Jake groaned. I glanced up at him from over the book.
"Ahh Renesmee, back at the house things could've ended differently." I blinked and then look
