The entire family was in shock. Yet, some of them had anticipated what had happened to Iris. Especially Alice. She could barely see Iris in her visions, but her husband Jasper was an empath and he could catch the emotions from his great-grandniece.

Edward was the one who was in the biggest shock of them all. It felt like a deja-vu. He couldn't help but remember when Alice had seen a vision of Bella jumping from a cliff, followed by a phone call and hearing Jacob announcing that Charlie was preparing a funeral. He wouldn't forget how misled he had been, thinking it was Bella who had died.

But now Iris could truly die. Just as she wanted to. Or she thought she wanted to.

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In the end, Iris lived. But not happily ever after. Not yet. And probably never, as she liked to believe.

Edward loathed listening to his granddaughter's disturbed mind, but he had to - even more than usual.

As soon as Iris was ready, she began even more therapy sessions with her uncle. Her human and supernatural education was put on hold. Instead, the family focused on calmer activities. Every morning, the Cullen women would practice meditation with Iris and in the evening, the entire family would gather to listen to Edward playing pieces on the piano.

At one point, Iris had attempted to pick up the violin, but it wasn't for her. She tried every instrument in the house, curious to find what she was good at and encouraged to do so, but music didn't seem to be her thing. Until she found the triangle - small, but challenging. And she could easily join her grandfather in a song.



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