One step forward, and he recognized her immediately. Carlisle could not help but gasped soundlessly. The girl, known as Esme Platt, looked so tragically beautiful before his eyes, yet she made him feel so heartbroken.
Slowly, she moved slightly. Carlisle had to steady her before losing his control.In fact, her weak moan was making everything worse. He hated to do this, to hurt her. But his logical thoughts was fading.