Edward's hand slipped from the door once Carlisle had passed through it. He didn't listen much to the sound it made closing. Or to the endless thoughts and images behind and around him. Or, even with much specificity, to the memory.

Which was not the same as ignoring it. Or him.



Edward walked out into the darkness that never felt truly dark here, brushing Carlisle's shoulder and glancing up to nod in that direction as he went, toward one side of the lake that smelled like an ocean rather than the forest.