There was a knock.

Isaac’s mouth was still parted about to respond, when the doorknob turned on its own. Both he and Isabel turned their heads at the same time.

Vera stepped in, barefoot, robe tied loosely around her waist, eyes frantic. "Isaac, I can’t sleep. I don’t know why I keep dreaming of him. I feel like something’s going to happen. Isaac, you know how hard my nightmares get. Please, I can’t sleep alone tonight."

Isabel didn’t move, but her arms folded across her chest, ...