The Dress

Chapter 11

"... which was why I avoided it after that trip! Now you've turned her into what I am just by this one trip! Don't you think that maybe you should have disagreed on going with her? I have known you since you were a child, but I have never expected you to do this!"

"Mrs. Swan, I am incredibly sorry—"

"Ladies, Bella's stirring." Kate said, cutting through my mother's accusations towards Rosalie.

I took one deep breath opening my eyes. I was on a red velvet ottoman seat, lying down. Beside me sitting down was Kate, while at my feet were Rosalie and Renée. Their eyes were trained on me.

"Where am I?" I croaked.

"Where's... Where's Edward? Where's my ring?"

Tanya approached Kate and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Bella, are you feeling okay?" She asked softly.

I took in my surroundings once again with thorough precision— Rosalie was wearing her ruby red pullover and black jeans. Tanya was wearing an off-the-shoulder sunflower dress and Kate wore a polka-dot dress.

I was back in my time.

"Bella?" Tanya asked again.

"I'm back?" My voice broke.

"I..." I looked down at my stomach and touched it delicately.

"I... I couldn't have lost him or her... No..."

"Bella, I'm sorry." Kate whispered.

"You died in your previous life while you were still pregnant."

My heart shattered and it was so silent in the warehouse of vintage dresses.

"Bella, why did you have to come here when I told you to? I didn't allow you to come here and look at you!" Renée chided.

"If you didn't come here and obeyed me, you wouldn't have to deal with this."

I kept quiet and didn't bother to reply her.

My baby. My baby was dead along with my previous self. I should have done something when those voices were pushing me to the river and telling me to go home. I should have gone back home and just asked someone to look for my ring.

I stared down at my left ring finger, the one that was supposed to carry a small amount of weight because of my wedding ring. It was the other reminder of Edward, other than our baby, and now, I had lost both of them at the same time. My chest tightened the same way it did when I was at Edward's funeral earlier, making it difficult for me to breathe.

Tanya shot a look at Kate and Kate stood up, sighing. She left all of us as she headed to a room in the warehouse. Tanya took her place next to me and hugged me. Something snapped in me, like a tightrope that was meant to last forever just unexpectedly snapped into two. The tears were uncontrollable and my face felt frozen in a grimace. My sobs were loud and unstoppable. I felt a third hand on my back and lifted my head from Tanya's shoulder.

Kate was holding a black spiral scrapbook with the words, "Isabella Marie Swan, 1918" in cursive as the heading. She handed it to me and I didn't know what to do with it.

"Read it once you get home." She told me.

"We usually gather articles and such for our clients when they visit us in certain centuries. We put together information in scrapbooks like this."