Wyatt tried to take a couple more bites of his sandwich, but his desire for food waned. His mouth tasted of dry anxiety. He looked sideways at Isabella, who was sitting staring straight ahead and not eating either.

He moved to sit beside her. He was trying to think of something consoling to say to her when she suddenly wrapped her arms around him.

"Something terrible happened, didn't it?" she said through quivering lips.

Taken aback by her change in behavior, ...