As they ascended the stairs of the back porch Rosalie had the strangest chill go up her spine and Bella stopped cold in her tracks.
“James?” Bella’s ex-boyfriend sat at the kitchen table with her mother and child.
“Isabella darling how are you?” His smooth cultured voice that she once found so stable and comforting now made her feel ill.
“Oh never better James. You’ve done me the greatest favor letting everything out of the bag like that.” She said with fake sincerity.
“I’m glad, now don’t you think it’s time to come home Isabella? This game has gone on long enough.”