“Not really,” Bella repeated uncertainly. She didn’t want to lie to her friends, especially not now, when she wasn’t sure she could trust them not to tell anyone else what she’d found out the previous night.

Lucy looked unconvinced. She glanced between Bella and him, frowning slightly before asking quietly, “If you don’t mind me asking, what do you remember about your dream? You seemed distressed last night when you were talking about it.”

Bella glanced briefly at him again. He was still staring at the stove. Was he even paying attention to them anymore? She wished he would say something. Anything.

He glanced up at her questioningly when she...