New Moon by Stephanie Meyer

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me....

Charlie's fist came down on the table. "That's it, Bella! I'm sending you home."
I looked up from my cereal, which I was pondering rather than eating, and stared at Charlie in shock. I hadn't been following the conversation-- actually, I hadn't been aware that we were having a conversation-- and I wasn't sure what he meant.
"I am home," I mumbled, confused.
"I'm sending you to Renee, to Jacksonville," he clarified.
Charle watched with exasperation as I slowly grasped the meaning of his words.
"What did I do?" I felt my face crumble. It was so unfair. My behavior had been above reproach for the past four months. After that first week, which neither of us ever mentioned, I hadn't missed a day of school or work. My grades were perfect. I never broke curfew--I never went anywhere from which to break curfew in the first place.