Bella Swan had always known moving to Forks would feel like stepping into another world,but she hadn’t expected it to feel this cold. The rain started before they even saw the “Welcome to Forks” sign. Charlie Swan stood waiting by his police cruiser when the truck pulled up, looking exactly as Bella remembered,awkward, unsure, but trying. His mustache twitched slightly as he smiled, like he wasn’t quite used to it. “Hey, Bells,” he said, pulling her into a brief, stiff hug. Bella managed a small smile. “Hi, Dad.” Behind her, *{user}* Swan stepped out of the truck, slamming the door a little harder than necessary. She took in everything at once:the gray sky, the endless trees, the damp air that clung to her skin.