that—better than a oneroom； fallingdown fixerupper。 No amount of investment on his part could put
me back in working order。
Yet I knew that I wouldn't send him away； regardless。 I needed him too much； and I was selfish。 Maybe
I could make my side more clear； so that he would know to leave me。 The thought made me shudder；
and Jacob tightened his arm around me。
I drove Mike home in his Suburban； while Jacob followed behind us to take me home。 Jacob was quiet
all the way back to my house； and I wondered if he were thinking the same things that I was。 Maybe he
was changing his mind。
〃I would invite myself in； since we're early；〃 he said as we pulled up next to my truck。 〃But I think you
might be right about the fever。 I'm starting to feel a little… strange。〃
〃Oh no； not you； too！ Do you want me to drive you home？〃
〃No。〃 He shook his head； his eyebrows pulling together。 〃I don't feel sick yet。 Just… wrong。 If I have to；
I'll pull over。〃
〃Will you call me as soon as you get in？〃 I asked anxiously。
〃Sure； sure。〃 He frowned； staring ahead into the darkness and biting his lip。
I opened my door to get out； but he grabbed my wrist lightly and held me there。 I noticed again how hot
his skin felt on mine。
〃What is it； Jake？〃 I asked。
〃There's something I want to tell you； Bella… but I think it's going to sound kind of corny。〃
I sighed。 This would be more of the same from the theater。 〃Go ahead。〃
〃It's just that； I know how you're unhappy a lot。 And； maybe it doesn't help anything； but I wanted you to
know that I'm always here。 I won't ever let you down—I promise that you can always count on me。
Wow； that does sound corny。 But you know that； right？ That I would never； ever hurt you？〃
〃Yeah； Jake。 I know that。 And I already do count on you； probably more than you know。〃
The smile broke across his face the way the sunrise set the clouds on fire； and I wanted to cut my tongue
out。 I hadn't said one word that was a lie； but I should have lied。 The truth was wrong； it would hurt him。
I would let him down。
A strange look crossed his face。 〃I really think I'd better go home now；〃 he said。
I got out quickly。
〃Call me！〃 I yelled as he pulled away。
I watched him go； and he seemed to be in control of the car； at least。 I stared at the empty street when he
was gone； feeling a little sick myself； but not for any physical reason。
How much I wished that Jacob Black had been born my brother； my fleshand blood brother； so that I
would have some legitimate claim on him that still left me free of any blame now。 Heaven knows I had
never wanted to use Jacob； but I couldn't help but interpret the guilt I felt now to mean that I had。
Even more； I had never meant to love him。 One thing I truly knew—knew it in the pit of my stomach； in
the center of my bones； knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet； knew it deep in my
empty chest—was how love gave someone the power to break you。
I'd been broken beyond repair。
But I needed Jacob now； needed him like a drug。 I'd used him as a crutch for too long； and I was in
deeper than I'd planned to go with anyone again。 Now I couldn't bear for him to be hurt； and I couldn't
keep from hurting him； either。 He thought time and patience would change me； and； though I knew he
was dead wrong； I also knew that I would let him try。
He was my best friend。 I would always love him； and it would never； ever be enough。
I went inside to sit by the phone and bite my nails。
〃Movie over already？〃 Charlie asked in surprise when I came in。 He was on the floor； just a foot from the
TV。 Must be an exciting game。
〃Mike got sick；〃 I explained。 〃Some kind of stomach flu。〃
〃You okay？〃
〃I feel fine now；〃 I said doubtfully。 Clearly； I'd been exposed。
I leaned against the kitchen counter； my hand inches from the phone； and tried to wait patiently。 I thought
of the strange look on Jacob's face before he drove away； and my fingers started drumming against the
counter。 I should have insisted on driving him home。
I watched the clock as the minutes ticked by Ten。 Fifteen。 Even when I was driving； it took only fifteen
minutes； and Jacob drove faster than I did。 Eighteen minutes。 I picked up the phone and dialed。
It rang and rang。 Maybe Billy was asleep。 Maybe I'd dialed wrong。 I tried again。
On the eighth ring； just as I was about to hang up； Billy answered。
〃Hello？〃 he asked。 His voice was wary； like he was expecting bad news。
〃Billy； it's me； Bella—did Jake make it home yet？ He left here about twenty minutes ago。〃
〃He's here；〃 Billy said tonelessly。
〃He was supposed to call me。〃 I was a little irritated。 〃He was getting sick when he left； and I was
worried。〃
〃He was… too sick to call。 He's not feeling well right now。〃 Billy sounded distant。 I realized he must want
to be with Jacob。
〃Let me know if you need any help；〃 I offered。 〃I could e down。〃 I thought of Billy； stuck in his chair；
and Jake fending for himself…
〃No； no；〃 Billy said quickly。 〃We're fine。 Stay at your place。〃
The way he said it was almost rude。
〃Okay；〃 I agreed。
〃Bye； Bella。〃
The line disconnected。
〃Bye；〃 I muttered。
Well； at least he'd made it home。 Oddly； I didn't feel less worried。 I trudged up the stairs； fretting。 Maybe
I would go down before work tomorrow to check on him。 I could take soup—we had to have a can of
Campbell's around here somewhere。
I realized all such plans were canceled when I woke up early—my clock said four thirty—and sprinted to
the bathroom。 Charlie found me there a half hour later； lying on the floor； my cheek pressed against the
cold edge of the bathtub。
He looked at me for a long moment。
〃Stomach flu；〃 he finally said。
〃Yes；〃 I moaned。
〃You need something？〃 he asked。
〃Call the Newtons for me； please；〃 I instructed hoarsely。 〃Tell them I have what Mike has； and that I
can't make it in today。 Tell them I'm sorry。〃
〃Sure； no problem；〃 Charlie assured me。
I spent the rest of the day on the bathroom floor； sleeping for a few hours with my head on a crumpled
up towel。 Charlie claimed that he had to work； but I suspected that he just wanted access to a bathroom。
He left a glass of water on the floor beside me to keep me hydrated。
It woke me up when he came back home。 I could see that it was dark in my room—after nightfall。 He
clumped up the stairs to check on me。
〃Stillalive？〃
〃Sort of；〃 I said。
〃Do you want anything？〃
〃No； thanks。〃
He hesitated； clearly out of his element。 〃Okay； then；〃 he said； and then he went back down to the
kitchen。
I heard the phone ring a few minutes later。 Charlie spoke to someone in a low voice for a moment； and
then hung up。
〃Mike feels better；〃 he called up to me。
Well； that was encouraging。 He'd only gotten sick eight hours or so before me。 Eight more hours。 The
thought made my stomach turn； and I pulled myself up to lean over the toilet。
I fell asleep on the towel again； but when I woke up I was in my bed and it was light outside my window。
I didn't remember moving； Charlie must have carried me to my room—he'd also put the glass of water on
my bedside table。 I felt parched。 I chugged it down； though it tasted funny from sitting stagnant all night。
I got up slowly； trying not to trigger the nausea again。 I was weak； and my mouth tasted horrible； but my
stomach felt fine。 I looked at my clock。
My twentyfour hours were up。
I didn't push it； eating nothing but saltine crackers for breakfast。 Charlie looked relieved to see me
recovered。
As soon as I was sure that I wasn't going to have to spend the day on the bathroom floor again； I called
Jacob。
Jacob was the one who answered； but when I heard his greeting I knew he wasn't over it。
〃Hello？〃 His voice was broken； cracking。
〃Oh； Jake；〃 I groaned sympathetically。 〃You sound horrible。〃
〃I feel horrible；〃 he whispered。
〃I'm so sorry I made you go out with me。 This sucks。〃
〃I'm glad I went。〃 His voice was still a whisper。 〃Don't blame yourself。 This isn't your fault。〃
〃You'll get better soon；〃 I promised。 〃I woke up this morning； and I was fine。〃
〃You were sick？〃 he asked dully。
〃Yes； I got it； too。 But I'm fine now。〃
〃That's good。〃 His voice was dead。
〃So you'll probably be better in a few hours；〃 I encouraged。
I could barely hear his answer。 〃I don't think I have the same thing you did。〃
〃Don't you have the stomach flu？〃 I asked； confused。
〃No。 This is something else。〃
〃What's wrong with you？〃
〃Everything；〃 he whispered。 〃Every part of me hurts。〃
The pain in his voice was nearly tangible。
〃What can I do； Jake？ What can I bring you？〃
〃Nothing。 You can't e here。〃 He was abrupt。 It reminded me of Billy the other night。
〃I've already been exposed to whatever you have；〃 I pointed out。
He ignored me。 〃I'll call you when I can。 I'll let you know when you can e down again。〃
〃Jacob—〃
〃I've got to go；〃 he said with sudden urgency。
〃Call me when you feel better。〃
〃Right；〃 he agreed； and his voice had a strange； bitter edge。
He was silent for a moment。 I was waiting for him to say goodbye； but he waited too。
〃I'll see you soon；〃 I finally said。 〃Wait for me to call；〃 he said again。 〃Okay… Bye； Jacob。〃
〃Bella；〃 he whispered my name； and then hung up the phone。
10。 THE MEADOW
JACOB DIDN'T CALL。
The first time I called； Billy answered and told me that Jacob was still in bed。 I got nosy； checking to
make sure that Billy had taken him to a doctor。 Billy said he had； but； for some reason I couldn't nail
down； I didn't really believe him。 I called again； several times a day； for the next two days； but no one
was ever there。
Saturday； I decided to go see him； invitation be damned。 But the little red house was empty。 This
frightened me—was Jacob so sick that he'd needed to go to the hospital？ I stopped by the hospital on
the way back home； but the nurse at the front desk told me neither Jacob or Billy had been in。
I made Charlie call Harry Clearwater as soon as he got home from work。 I waited； anxious； w