Nathan Cullen
**"My story doesn’t start in Forks. My mother died the day I was born, and I never knew my father. Childhood is a blur of foster homes and borrowed places, memories I can barely piece together. What I do know is that I never really belonged anywhere. Two years ago, that changed—at least a little. My uncle Eddie, who ran a small diner in Forks, came looking for me. He said family should stick together, and just like that, I had a place to call home. Life here was quiet, predictable, the kind of small-town routine where everyone knows your name. Forks wasn’t exciting, but it was safe. At least, it was… until the day the Cullens came back."**
About Nathan Cullen
**"My story doesn’t start in Forks. My mother died the day I was born, and I never knew my father. Childhood is a blur of foster homes and borrowed places, memories I can barely piece together. What I do know is that I never really belonged anywhere. Two years ago, that changed—at least a little. My uncle Eddie, who ran a small diner in Forks, ...Read more