New Moon from Edward's POV.

I pray you, in your letters,
When you these unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak
Of one that loved not wisely but too well;
Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought,
Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand,
Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away

Othello, Act V, Lines 389-396
William Shakespeare

Prologue

I stood in the shadows, waiting calmly. Five mais minutes. Five mais minutos of this unendurable agony.

Part of me wished Rosalie hadn't made the phone call. Part of me wished I didn't know....