I drummed my fingers on the arm of my seat, closing my eyes and digging my nails into the upholstery. My teeth ground together as the seatbelt sign dinged to life, and I felt the plane start to descend. My grip loosened on the arm, and I shifted it into my lap, playing absently with my only possession: the receipt end of my plane ticket.

“Please remain seated for the remainder of this flight. We are coming in to land in approximately three minutes.”

I shifted farther into my seat, glaring at the ceiling as the ground came into view out the window. Three minutes and I would be on the ground, from there it would take me five minutes to get to Charlie’s house, and then I would see Bella.

Though I came all the way here to see Bella, the name still twisted the knife in my heart and made me wince. The man next to me asked me if I was afraid of flying. I growled at him, and he glanced away.

Then I felt the wheels of the plane hit the ground, and then the pilot hit the brakes. We piloted around until we got to our empty gate, and then I was out of my seat, weaving easily among the other passengers reaching for their stuff in the overhead compartments.

Once in the airport I dashed at barely human speed to the revolving doors, and dashed to the car rental place. To my luck, a black Volvo sat outside unattended. As soon as I was inside, I gestured at the car and threw the cashier a couple hundred-dollars.

In less than a minute I was racing down the freeway to Forks, zipping around other automobiles with less than a sideways glance. And it was then, as I swung a hard right through traffic, that I caught her scent on the wind. It was fresh, merely half an hour old, and so delicious that I was distracted enough to almost miss the turn to follow it. It took me a minute to realize that it wasn’t headed toward Charlie’s, but to Quilette.

But I didn’t care, couldn’t make myself care, for I was going to see my Bella again; my life, and nothing was going to stop me, not even a stupid boundary line. I would simply slip over to Jacob’s house–where she would no doubt be–and then leave, no harm done.