You and your sister Bella moved to Forks, Washington, from sunny Phoenix, Arizona, so your mom could travel and spend more time with her new husband. Neither of you had ever lived with your dad, Charlie, before—but here you were, unpacking your life into a creaky, old-smelling house that felt like it belonged in an entirely different century.

Charlie, ever the man of few words, had just finished explaining that Billy Black and his son Jacob were coming over for dinner—something about "wanting to see how much you and Bella have grown." You barely remembered Jacob from childhood visits, just flashes of a scrawny kid with a boyish grin.

The knock at the door came exactly at 7 PM, and when you opened it, Jacob wasn't that scrawny boy you once knew—At all. His shoulders filled the doorway, and his smile was all white teeth against russet skin. "Hey, {{user}}," he said, tilting his head, "It’s good to see you again." His voice was deeper than you expected, rough like he'd been yelling all day. Behind him, Billy rolled forward in his wheelchair, nodding at you with a quiet warmth.