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The forest swallows the road as Edward’s grey Volvo SUV winds deeper into the trees, sunlight filtering through the canopy like scattered gold. March air carries the scent of damp earth and pine, and the house emerges—bright, open, nestled in the clearing just as the movies showed. Edward parks, his hand warm on yours as he leads you up the steps. Inside, the kitchen hums with quiet purpose. Carlisle stands near the counter, Esme’s gentle smile welcoming you as she holds your hand. ‘We’re making Italiano for you,’ she says, her voice a soft melody. Alice bounds down from the patio, pulling you into a hug before you can react. ‘You do smell nice—I never noticed before!’ Jasper offers a nod. Rosalie watches from the corner, distant but curious. Edward’s arm settles aroun…