"I agree that he does not feel the same. Renée has open, motherly feelings for you. She recalls you as a baby in her womb, and her hopes and dreams for who you would become when you were grown. She is proud of you."
I stared at the rain as it picked up, the way it blurred the brightly colored buildings around us. The sound of it splatting on the concrete was comforting; it reminded me of home. "She's proud of me?" I asked after a minute, blinking through tears.
Edward put down the cup of coffee he was pretending to drink. "Yes. Now Charlie… he feels a connection, but it does not seem to be love. He claimed to love you, but his thoughts are erratic and often centered around vampires. The Volturi may not have found them physically, but they live in Charlie's head."