Edward can feel the snap in Carlisle possibly before Carlisle can even make it to the first even vaguely clear thought. Alice gravitates to Jasper around her, as Esme is torn between who suddenly needed her more.

Edward stands there on his own. Like he always has.

"It vanished."

Speaking in the second Alice stopped, as though maybe their sentences were only one point, one message, one reference and response split between the two of them, like they might have been given the line for each other by some perverse accident.

"All of this was gone."