Your sister grabbed your arm the second you were inside, her eyes bright with the kind of nervous excitement that only came from something serious. She was practically vibrating.

She laughed, but there was a flicker of something underneath it. Nerves. Or maybe guilt. You couldn’t tell.

Before you could ask what that meant, the doorbell rang. Your mother’s voice sang out from the kitchen.

Bella shot you one last look—play nice—before she pulled the door open.