BELLA'S POV
I was going to have the conversation.
I had not planned this. The conversation had not been an item on any list I'd made between the ceilings at two and three and four in the morning. But I was here and the schedule was there and he was going to come back and the kitchen was a room in which I was a legitimate person to be in, a person who had been here since eight-fifteen drinking her coffee and reading a thing that had been placed on the kitchen counter for the household to read.
I was going to have the conversation.
I was going to have it in the same careful, neutral, nothing-wrong-here register I had been using for conversations in this house since the beginning: the register of a person asking a reasonable question about a household matter, which this was. A household m
