Esme, Esme, Esme i alisema her name over and over in my mind. I loved the way it sounded as it rolled off my tongue. Rosalie interupted my thoughts when she aske me "Carlisle, are wewe ok?". "Um, yes i am fine, how are you?" "I know that look Carlisle your in love!" I shurdded at the sound of her question. "No, i am not!" i lied. Was it really that ovibious? " Yes wewe are i can read it on your face." she explained to me. "What's her name"? she alisema with a grin on her face. "Esme i put i kombeo on her arm this morning" i told her with a frown. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Well while i was putting the kombeo on her arm i examinded her body. Her body was covered in brusies and small cuts. I have a feeling that she is being abused kwa her husband". i explained. "I could see the fear in her eyes while i was touching her body like she didnt trust a man." Rosalie told me everything was going to be ok. But, how could it be when the upendo of my life was possibly being beat kwa an ungratful man.