EPOV

I was devastated by what had happened. I was trying not to cry. I was stronger than this. I don't show weakness. Weakness gets you nowhere. I saw pictures of the girl that witnessed my father's death. She was pretty, breath taking even. I had questions to ask her about what happened, but they had to wait for now.

We were in a new jeep paid for with cash on our way to my old family cottage. The cottage had been long forgotten by my father because it was apart of my mother's side. I knew it was safe because it was under my mother's maiden name which few people knew.

Pulling up I saw the little white cottage with blue trim. I loved my cottage. It was on Lake Walloon about fifteen minutes from Petoskey. The water was so clear that you could see the bottom of the lake without even straining your eyes. It was so clean that you could bath in the water, if you could take cold waters. On average Lake Walloon is 68-79 degrees in the summer. It is frozen most of the other times. Down the dock there was a speed boat and a fishing boat. I had keys to both, thankfully. My grandpa always claimed that there were never fish because he had never managed to catch any.

Unlocking the backdoor (door facing the road) I stepped into the kitchen with my suitcase in tow. Unlike Bella I had known that I would be traveling, lucky for her a female agent went by her apartment to pick up clothes for her. Bella fallowed behind me as I walked into the dinning/living room. The sleek wood floors were visible at the edges of the rug. A small dinner table that would sit four sat against wall, to the right was the living room. The living room had a big tan couch against the far wall. A sliding door that led to a small bedroom and a t.v. next to it was quaint. Across from the bedroom door was a big bay window and two recliners on each side. Under the window was wooden lock box that held all the fishing gear. In front of the kitchen entry way were two doors the one on the left led to the bathroom and the other to another bedroom.

"This can be your room if you'd like. It has a good view of the lake." I said leading the way into the bedroom. Though it was small, it had a queen sized bed with a light blue comforter that had dark blue borders.

"I'll be in the room by the kitchen. After we unpack I can take you on a tour of the lake if you'd like." I offered.

"Sure, sounds good."

Luckily it was late July, meaning the water would be a warmer. Granted we would both need a light jacket for the tour.

BPOV

I thought that the cottage was cute. I found it funny that this was the place we were staying. This was the same cottage that I had visited when I was a teenager. It was small and was only heated by a fireplace from what I remember. Which being summer wouldn't be needed accept maybe at night for a bit. I was hoping for warmer weather because I get cold very easily. I sat on the dark wooden bed looking out the window. Outside I saw my new 'Husband' putting up a hammock between two trees by the long wooden dock. I walked out the door on the far right of the room and on to the porch. I couldn't help but laugh at Emmett as his butt dragged the ground in the hammock.

"I think you need to tighten that up just a little." I said walking by the tree closest to his head.

Emmett rolled out of the hammock and landed on the ground by my feet. I chuckled as he stood and dusted himself off.

"I guess that's one way to get out of it." I said with a smirk. "So when are we going to go shopping for food? I need some other stuff as well."

"Uh we can go after the lake tour if you want." He said.

"Maybe I should've told you, I used to rent this place out with my family during the summer. So I know what the lake is like. I even know about the old sunken saw mill dock."

"Wow. That would've been nice to know." He explained. "Well at least you know the area. That's always good."

"Yeah, so are we going to Wal-mart or Miejers?" I couldn't careless which on but some people do.

"It really doesn't matter to me. How about whichever one is closer?" He suggested.

"Sure sounds good to me. Let me make a list of things we need."

I started looking through everything, toilet paper, napkins, food, drinks.

"Are you allergic to any kind of food, or not like any certain kinds of food?" I asked.

"I'm pretty much like everything, except meatloaf, I hate meatloaf."

"Okay, that won't be a problem because I don't like it either. I can make a chicken, cheese, hash brown casserole for tomorrow and maybe just a pizza for tonight." I said.

"I don't know what the first thing is but if sounds pretty good. Pizza tonight is fine by me too."

"What would you like for the rest of the week? I can make a lot of different breakfast foods so that won't be a problem. Do you know how to cook anything?"

"I can make Ramon, and grilled cheese. I can also boil water."

"Wow. Is that what you've lived on?"

"Well no I used to go to my parents' house on Sunday and my mom would cook us a big lunch, but after she died we stopped. I survive on pizza too. A phone is a handy thing for take out."

"Well some of us came from a small hole in the wall town and didn't get the luxury of take out. That and my dad couldn't cook to save his life. He couldn't even boil water. So when I moved in with him I was god sent. Although he didn't like the healthier things I made him eat."

"Well if you ever need help just ask. I can work a grill if that helps you."

"Actually that can be helpful. I always burn myself on those things."

He chuckled, probably imagining what my dad saw a couple times before I gave up on a grill completely.

The hospital back home was probably funded by my dad's insurance company by now.